Hey, Stosh. I said no.
I feel a lot of distance, and I feel far away.
Michael: What kind of beer would you like?
Linda: What? I don't know. I don't care. Any kind.
Michael: I'll get you a Rolling Rock.
Michael: It's a good beer, it's the best around.
[after he sights the deer but points the rifle upward and fires so that the deer just looks at him] Okay? Okay?
Steven: You get a deer?
Michael: Naa man
Steven: C'maaan! You didn't get a DEE-E-EAH?
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.
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.
I'll tell you, Nick. You're the only guy I go hunting with, you know. I like a guy with quick moves and speed. I ain't gonna hunt with no assholes.
A deer has to be taken with one shot. I try to tell people that but they don't listen.
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.
You wanna play games? All right, I'll play your fucking games.
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.