You’ll see, they’ll fix her. Work, work, work. She’ll never get her dress done in time.
This woman is yours now. I’ve paid my whore.
“When I was a little girl, my daddy used to spank my bare bottom. Now he’s gone. Will you take his place?” Call Misty!
I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school.
You gotta think about it like the first time you got laid. You just gotta say: “Daddy, are you sure this is right?”
This reminds me of my father’s last words: “Don’t, son! That gun is loaded!”
Yes. Well, when I see 5 weirdos dressed in togas stabbing a guy in the middle of the park in full view of 100 people, I shoot the bastards. That’s my policy.
Toga! Toga! Toga! Toga!
In this state killing a gang member is only an $18 fine, just mail it in.
You ain’t got a license to kill bookies and today I ain’t sellin’ any.
Who ordered you to kill Sanchez?
Tora! Tora! Tora!
Peterson, I worry about you. Three tours of duty and you’re still acting like a civilian!
Oh, come on. You’re just an analyst, what can you possibly know what goes on in his mind?
Now, fair’s fair Henry. If I nail Hotlips and hit Hawkeye can I go home too?
There’s never going to be any reconciliation. They’re just as paranoid and dangerous as we are. I can’t imagine that I thought they’d be any different.
It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence.
Why are you talking to me this bullshit? I think maybe I have Ramon and Cesar staple your tongue to your chin! What do you think?
I…I gotta stab her three times?
For the Father, and for the Son, and for the Holy Ghost. Amen.