Leon Tallis: What do you say, Cee? Does the hot weather make you behave badly? Good heavens, you're blushing.
Cecilia Tallis: Just hot in here, that's all.
Pastor Rosier Pile: War's way to the other side of the ocean, Alvin. Lots of things can happen before you get there. You put your trust in the Lord, and He'll look out for you.
Alvin: I done forgot the Lord! I ain't never gonna forget him again.
Cepheglia: This is a French Cho-Cho.
Rosen: Chauchat.
Cepheglia: It's a piece of garbage, don't worry about it.
Rosen: Leave it to Henchman and Hollingshead.
Cepheglia: Don't worry about mortars, tanks and artillery.
Rosen: We don't have any of that either.
Cepheglia: Basically we're mud crunchers,.
Rosen: Gravel agitators.
Cepheglia: Infantry.
Livingston: There's no control in life. Wherever you go, wherever you hide, there's risk.
Guard at Liberty Gate: What were you doing out there?
Staff Sergeant William James: Visiting a whorehouse.
Guard at Liberty Gate: Okay. If I let you back in, will you tell me where it is exactly?
Larry Hooper: Lieutenant Colonel Django used funds from the project's black budget to procure prostitutes...
Bill Django: That's a lie!
Larry Hooper: ...and to get drugs for himself and his men.
Bill Django: That... Well, the hooker thing is definitely a lie.
Sgt. Archibald Cutter: Now you're all under arrest. Her Majesty's very touchy about having her subjects strangled.
Uncle Iroh: It was not by chance that for generations people have been searching for him, and now you have found him. Your destinies are tied, Zuko.
Miller: I thought we were all on the same side?
Martin Brown: Don't be naive.
Harry Faversham: In England, the white feather is the mark of a coward.
Dr. Harraz: Ah, I see. Then why worry? Be a coward and be happy.
Harry Faversham: No, Doctor. I have been a coward, and I wasn't happy.
Rose Narracott: I might hate you more, but I'll never love you less.
Captain Quintana: Please, what do you want? Money? I can get you money.
Victoriano 'El Catorce' Ramirez: Spend it Hell, cabron.
Anne: You stepped on my foot.
Walter Eckland: You put it under mine.
Col. James Braddock: Walk or crawl, we're gonna make it.
Emil Hahn: Today, you sentence me! Tomorrow, the Bolsheviks sentence you.
Marko: We're all crazy, Natalija. We just haven't been diagnosed yet.
News Anchor: Now to the question that has no clear answer. How did two twenty-something young men land a three-hundred-million-dollar Pentagon contract?
Cpl. Brown: I'm an armour-plated motherfucker.