Maud Hill: There's no place on earth people understand loneliness better than here.
Sergeant Joe Tane: There's bad shit going on here. Bad shit.
Captain Ben Grogan: Bastards. Fucking Nazi bastards.
Sergeant Joe Tane: No. That's not our war, that's not our fight. The gun, that's our mission.
Captain Ben Grogan: Fuck the mission.
Sergeant Joe Tane: Jesus Christ. We leave, now. We get out alive, we get back home. We get fucking medals for this. The girls will be falling all over us.
Captain Ben Grogan: Give me ten minutes, Joe.
Sergeant Joe Tane: Five.
Kyle Miller: In your hands they go back to being nothing but rocks. Just, just pretty, shiny little rocks.
Vincent Brazil: This is my contract.
Roland Flint: It's personal.
Vincent Brazil: If you lose me my fee, that's personal to me.
Lotterman: How does anyone drink 161 miniatures?
Paul Kemp: Are they not complimentary?
David Lord: Life sucks. Scars happen.
Danny: I'm done with killing.
Agent: Yeah well, maybe killing ain't done with you.
Adam Finch: So, I'm gonna die because I floss?
Blake: What are all these sharks doing here?
Nick: I dunno. Maybe someone put them there.
Max: You get to be awake this time. This time, you get to remember.
William Bludworth: Death... doesn't like to be cheated.
Steven Jacobs: You used an untested drug on your father. I could end your career with one phone call.
Will Rodman: Let me save you the trouble. I quit.
Col. Woodrow Dolarhyde: I want that man! You give him to me now, or I'm gonna take him!
The Accountant: Wouldn't wanna be you when Satan finds out!
Milton: What's he gonna do, not let me back in?
