Nelville Flynn: How good are you at this game?
Troy: Pretty good. I mean, my brother Randy has the hi-score. Asshole never lets me hear the end of it.

Brian Chavez: We got to lighten up. We're 17.
Don Billingsley: Do you feel 17?
Mike Winchell: I don't feel 17.

Red: Everybody's innocent in here.
Andy Dufresne: What about you?
Red: Only guilty man in Shawshank.

[half time speech] Perfection is being able to look your friends in the eye and know you did everything you could not to let them down.

Coach Gary Gaines

[narrating] I must admit I didn't think much of Andy first time I laid eyes on him; looked like a stiff breeze would blow him over. That was my first impression of the man.

Red

On the record, you were both right. But you were also both wrong. Off the record, you both created one hell of a mess. A mutiny... aboard a United States nuclear submarine! Violation of nuclear launch protocols.

Rear Admiral Anderson, Board of Inquiry President

Capt. Ramsey: I have the con. Gimme the missile key.
[Hunter does nothing, Ramsey punches him in the face]
Capt. Ramsey: Gimme the missile key Mr. Hunter!
[Ramsey punches Hunter in the face again]
Capt. Ramsey: I am the commander of this ship! Gimme the goddamn key!

Angela Holden: Jesus. What do you want to do, cuddle?
Johnny Truelove: Can't we just...
Angela Holden: No. I wanna fuck!
Johnny Truelove: Blow me!
Angela Holden: I already tried that. It didn't work.

Vossler: Oh fuck.
Zimmer: The system crashed, the radio bouy got severed, what the fuck does he want us to do?
Vossler: Shit electrons?
Zimmer: Hey, we need this radio repaired. Not smart-ass remarks.

Capt. Ramsey: They gave me my command, a checklist, a target and a button to push. All I had to know was how to push it, and they'd tell me when. They seem to want you know why.
Hunter: I would hope they'd want us all to know why, sir.

Angela Holden: What's wrong?
Johnny Truelove: Nothing.
Angela Holden: Your dick's soft.
Johnny Truelove: Well give it some help then.

Hunter: What if Radchenko surrendered and it's over, huh? We launch. They see us, and they launch. Our birds pass each other in the air. Boom. What have you got?
Chief of the Boat: Nuclear War.
Hunter: Nuclear Holocaust.

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