The Deer Hunter (1978)

Michael: You wanna play games? All right, I'll play your fucking games.

Michael: You okay?
Linda: Did you ever think life would turn out like this?
Michael: No.

Stan: What do you think of her, Michael?
Michael: I don't know.
Stan: No, come on. On the level. On the level.
Michael: I don't know.
Stan: Is she, is she beautiful? Is she beautiful? Is she?
Michael: Truth?
Stan: Yeah.
Michael: No.
Michael: Well, do you think she's intelligent?
Stan: No.
Michael: Neither do I.

Michael: Stanley, see this? This is this. This ain't something else. This is this. From now on, you're on your own.

Nick: You trying to look like a prince?
Michael: What do you mean, 'trying'?

Michael: I feel a lot of distance, and I feel far away.

Stan: How does it feel to be shot?
Michael: Don't hurt. That's what you wanna know. And how it's been, doing OK.
Stan: Yeah, same thing. Nothing's changed. I'm getting more ass than a toilet seat and Axel here, he's getting fatter than ever.

Bingo Caller: I-sweet 16, I-18, then you become a man. Let's go men. G-60 and those boys who can't help themselves, please, buddy, help them too. Oh, will you dance with me. G-47 - but, I'm still satisfied with what I've got. That wonderful life I've lived. Think it over, buddy boys and I'll give you O-61.

Michael: Come on, Nicky, come home. Just come home. Home! Talk to me. You just talk to me. Nicky. Nicky.

Nick: Did you hear about the happy Roman?
Man in Locker Room: Yeah.
Nick: He was "glad he ate her."

Michael: I'll tell ya one thing, if I find out my life had to end up being in the mountains, it'd be all right, but it has to be in your mind.
Nick: What? One shot?
Michael: Two is pussy.

Julien: When a man says no to champagne, he says no to life.

Bar Girl: Okay, what you like to call me now? What you like to call me?
Nick: Linda.

Michael: Holy shit, you know what those are? Those are sun dogs. It means a blessing on the hunter sent by the Great Wolf to his children. It's an old Indian thing.

Michael: Every time he comes up, he's got no knife, he's got no jacket, he's got no pants, he's got no boots. All he's got is that stupid gun he carries around like John Wayne.

Nick: I don't think about that much with one shot anymore, Mike.
Michael: You have to think about one shot. One shot is what it's all about. A deer's gotta be taken with one shot.

Army Doctor: Chevotarevich, is that a Russian name?
Nick: No, it's an American name.

Angela: It's such a grey day.

Michael: A deer has to be taken with one shot. I try to tell people that but they don't listen.