Quotes from Robert Duvall movies and TV shows

Kilgore: I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

Kilgore: You either surf or you fight.

Kilgore: Charlie don't surf!

Kilgore: What the hell do you know about surfing, Major? You're from goddamned New Jersey!

Danny McGavin: Is 21st street on our list?
Bob Hodges: Nah. Poor fuckers are professional victims. Get their ass kicked constantly. Kind of a mixed gang. You got Diamond street there, the ville, and the projects on the west so they gotta fight their way in and fight their way out.
Danny McGavin: They're fucked, huh?

Bob Hodges: You wanna look at pussy or learn about this job?
Danny McGavin: Not yet.
Bob Hodges: Not yet.

Bob Hodges: Who are you?
Danny McGavin: Rocky 6.

Danny McGavin: Hey you know, if you just cut me half as much slack as you do the rest of those assholes, I might just owe you one.
Bob Hodges: I have, you do.

Harry Hogge: Cole, you're wandering all over the track.
Cole Trickle: Yeah, well this son of a bitch just slammed into me.
Harry Hogge: No, no, he didn't slam you, he didn't bump you, he didn't nudge you... he rubbed you. And rubbin, son, is racin'.

Harry Hogge: Drivers can't stand to be reminded of what can happen to 'em in a racecar. They, they don't go to hospitals, they don't go to funerals. You get a driver to a funeral before he's actually dead, you've made history, darlin'.

Cole Trickle: Now can you walk, or am I gonna have to carry you?
Harry Hogge: Where to?
Cole Trickle: Victory Lane.
Harry Hogge: Walk? Hell... I'll race your ass.

Cole Trickle: Whoa. Her ass is all over the place.
Harry Hogge: When the rear end's loose, the car's fast. Loose is fast, and on the edge of out of control.

Howard: Your grandmother's boyfriend is a first-class ass sniffer! And you can tell him that I said so.

Howard: Boys, I don't want to speak ill of your mother on Christmas, but she's nothing but a common street whore.

Brad: I'm sorry, I didn't know there was a ten dollar spending cap.
Howard: Well, maybe if you came home more than once a decade, you'd know crap like that.

Felix Bush: There are a whole lot of things you don't know. Like what a, ya know, a dog dreams. You can make up a story about him chasing rabbits. But you don't know if there's rabbits in there or not. And he can't tell you now, can he? People don't say what they mean, either, so you don't know anymore about them than you do about that dog's dream.

Felix Bush: If you don't listen, you can't hear nothing.

Felix Bush: I built my own jail and put myself in it. And I stayed in it for 40 goddamn years! No wife. No kids, no friends, no nothing. No grandchildren. I wouldn't even know how to hold a baby. You hear me? Forty years. Now, that's not enough?
Rev. Charlie Jackson: You know it's not.

Felix Bush: They keep talking about forgiveness. "Ask Jesus for forgiveness." I never did nothing to him.

Felix Bush: Buy a ticket, son. Tell a story.