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  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Something big may happen for that little thing of yours Charlie
    ‐ Submitted by Brendan C (3 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: [Frank plans to kill himself and Charlie as well but hesitates] You don't wanna die.
    Charlie Simms: Neither do you.
    Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Give me one good reason not to.
    Charlie Simms: I'll give you two. You can dance the tango and drive a Ferrari better than anyone I've ever seen.
    Lt. Col. Frank Slade: You never seen anyone do either.
    ‐ Submitted by Adam O (3 years ago)

  • Charlie Simms: So give up. You wanna give up? Give up 'cause I'm giving giving up too. You said I'm through you're right I *am* through. It's all over. So let's get on with it. Let's fuckin' do it! Fuckin' pull the trigger you miserable blind motherfucker. Pull the trigger.
    Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Here we go Charlie.
    Charlie Simms: I'm ready.
    ‐ Submitted by Adam O (3 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: What Life? I got no life! I'm in the dark here. You understand? I'm in the dark!
    ‐ Submitted by Jase H (3 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Are you listening to me, son? I'm givin' you pearls here.
    ‐ Submitted by jaswant r (3 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: - Out of order, I'll show you out of order! You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask. I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a FLAMETHROWER to this place! Out of order? Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to? I've been around, you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen. Boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there isn't nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are... executin' his soul! And why? Because he's not a Bairdman. Bairdmen. You hurt this boy, you're gonna be Baird bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, FUCK YOU TOO!
    ‐ Submitted by Ailin L (3 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Women ! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair -- They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... and just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips -- and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits ! Whoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya... Like secret searchlights. Mmm. And legs -- I don't care if they're Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em, passport to heaven.
    ‐ Submitted by Jayathra L (4 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Can't believe they're my blood. I.Q. of sloths and the manners of banshees. He's a mechanic, she's a homemaker. He knows as much about cars as a beauty queen, and she bakes cookies, taste like wing nuts. As for the tots, they're twits.
    ‐ Submitted by Jayathra L (4 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: You know what's kept me goin' all these years? The thought that one day -- Never mind.
    Charlie Simms: The what?
    Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Silly. Just the thought that maybe one day, I'd -- I could have a woman's arms wrapped around me... and her legs wrapped around me.
    Charlie Simms: And what?
    Lt. Col. Frank Slade: That I could wake up in the morning and she'd still be there. Smell of her. All funky and warm. I finally gave up on it.
    ‐ Submitted by Jayathra L (4 years ago)

  • Manny: It's Apartment 17 E, Colonel. She's expecting you. You don't have to worry about a thing. She's the creme de la creme. My buddy took the Vice Chancellor of Germany to her. Now he wants to immigrate to this country.
    ‐ Submitted by Jayathra L (4 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Conscience, Charlie. When were you born, son? Around the time of the Round Table? Hah. Haven't you heard ?Conscience is dead.
    Charlie Simms: No, I haven't heard.
    Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Well, then, take the fucking wax outta your ears ! Grow up ! It's fuck your buddy. Cheat on your wife. Call your mother on Mother's Day. Charlie, it's all shit.
    ‐ Submitted by Jayathra L (4 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: I don't know if Charlie's silence here is raight or wrong, am not a judge or jury. But I can tell you this he wont sell anybody out to buy his future! And that my friend is called integrety, thats called courage! Now that's the stuff leaders should be made of!
    ‐ Submitted by Mahmoud S (4 years ago)

  • Mr. Trask: Mr. Simms your are a cover-up artsist and you are a liar.
    Lt. Col. Frank Slade: But not a snitch!
    Mr. Trask: Excuse me?
    Lt. Col. Frank Slade: No I don't think I will!
    ‐ Submitted by Mahmoud S (4 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: I`m too old...I`m too tired...I`m too fucking blind.
    ‐ Submitted by Daniel S (4 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: [Talking to his cat] Remember, when in doubt...fuck.
    ‐ Submitted by Daniel S (4 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Goodbye, Willie. I'm no fucking good. I never have been.
    ‐ Submitted by Sidharthan A (4 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: I don't know if Charlie's silence here today is right or wrong; I'm not a judge or jury. But I can tell you this: he won't sell anybody out to buy his future!
    ‐ Submitted by Sidharthan A (4 years ago)

  • Charlie Simms: You are not bad, you are just in pain.
    Lt. Col. Frank Slade: What do you know about pain... hmm? You little snail darter from the pacific northwest. What the fuck you know about pain?
    ‐ Submitted by Sidharthan A (4 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Why? Because it was too damn hard!
    ‐ Submitted by Np S (4 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: [screaming] What life? I got no life! I'm in the dark here.
    ‐ Submitted by Suprapto U (4 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: There is nothing like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that.
    ‐ Submitted by Briain d (5 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Well, gentlemen! When the shit hits the fan, some guys run and some guys stay. Here's Charlie facin' the fire and there's George hidin' in Big Daddy's pocket. And what are you doin'? You're gonna reward George and destroy Charlie.
    Mr. Trask: Are you finished, Mr. Slade?
    Lt. Col. Frank Slade: No, I'm just gettin' warmed up!
    ‐ Submitted by Briain d (5 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: This is such a crock of shit!
    ‐ Submitted by Briain d (5 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: If I were the man I was five years ago I'd take a flamethrower to this place!
    ‐ Submitted by john g (5 years ago)

  • Mr. Trask: Mr. Simms, you are a cover-up artist and you are a liar.
    Lt. Col. Frank Slade: But not a snitch!
    Mr. Trask: Excuse me?
    Lt. Col. Frank Slade: No, I don't think I will.
    ‐ Submitted by Briain d (5 years ago)

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Hoo-ah!
    ‐ Submitted by Chris P (5 years ago)