Barry Seal: The problem isn't the room. It's weight.
Ron Kovic: People say that if you don't love America, then get the hell out. Well, I love America.
Ron Kovic: We went to Vietnam to stop communism... We shell women and children.
Mrs. Kovic: You didn't shoot women and children! What are you saying?
Ron Kovic: That was the war, communism, the incidious evil! They told us to go.
Mrs. Kovic: Yes, yes that's what they told us.
Ron Kovic: Thou shalt not kill, Mom. Thou shalt not kill women and children! Thou shalt not kill! Remember? Isn't that what you taught us? Isn't that what they taught us?
Mrs. Kovic: Stop it! Stop it.
Vincent: Max, I do this for a living.
Vincent: Yo, homey! That my briefcase?
Vincent: Take comfort in knowing you never had a choice.
Vincent: Get with it. Millions of galaxies of hundreds of millions of stars, in a speck on one in a blink. That's us, lost in space. The cop, you, me... Who notices?
Vincent: You attract attention, you're going to get people killed who didn't need to be.
Vincent: Someday my dream will come. One night you'll wake up and you'll discover it never happened. It's all turned around on you and it never will. Suddenly you are old, didn't happened and it never will, 'cause you were never going to do it anyway.
Vincent: Of all the cabbies in L.A. I get Max, Sigmund Freud meets Dr. Ruth.
Daniel: Just when I thought you were a cool guy.
Vincent: I am a cool guy, with a job I contracted to do.
Max: What's with you, man?
Vincent: As in?
Max: As in, if somebody had a gun to your head and said, "You gotta tell me what's going on with this person over here or I'm gonna kill you. What is driving him? What is he thinking?" You know, you couldn't do it, could you? Because they would have to kill your ass because you don't know what anyone else is thinking. I think you're low, my brother. Way low.
Eddie Felson: Do you smell that?
Vincent Lauria: What, smoke?
Carmen: No, Money.
Vincent Lauria: Hey Julian I just want your best game.
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'.
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