We train young men to drop fire on people, but their commanders won't allow them to write "fuck" on their airplanes because it's obscene!

Kurtz

One through nine, no maybes, no supposes, no fractions. You can't travel in space, you can't go out into space, you know, without, like, you know, uh, with fractions - what are you going to land on - one-quarter, three-eighths? What are you going to do when you go from here to Venus or something? That's dialectic physics.

Photo Journalist

Charlie don't surf!

Kilgore

You can either surf, or you can fight!

Kilgore

Disneyland? Fuck, man, this is better than Disneyland!

Lance

Oh man... the bullshit piled up so fast in Vietnam, you needed wings to stay above it.

Willard

What do you call it when the assassins accuse the assassin? A lie. A lie and we have to be merciful.

Kurtz

[voice-over] I was going to the worst place in the world and I didn't even know it yet. Weeks away and hundreds of miles up a river that snaked through the war like a main circuit cable plugged straight into Kurtz. It was no accident that I got to be the caretaker of Colonel Walter E. Kurtz's memory any more than being back in Saigon was an accident. There is no way to tell his story without telling my own. And if his story really is a confession, then so is mine.

Willard

[intercepted radio message] I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving.

Kurtz

What are they gonna say about him? What are they gonna say? That he was a kind man? That he was a wise man? That he had plans, man? That he had wisdom? Bullshit, man!

Photojournalist

We must kill them. We must incinerate them. Pig after pig... cow after cow... village after village... army after army...

Kurtz

[voiceover] The horror... the horror...

Kurtz
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[intercepted radio message] I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving.

Kurtz

What do you call it when the assassins accuse the assassin? A lie. A lie and we have to be merciful.

Kurtz
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