Lt. Col. Frank Slade: How's your skin, son?
Charlie Simms: My skin, sir?
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Oh, for Christ's sake.

Touch me again, I'll kill ya, you little son-of-a-bitch! I touch you. Understand?

Lt. Col. Frank Slade

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Clear them little bottles off. And when I get off the phone here, call up Hyman and tell him I want it wall to wall with John Daniels.
Charlie Simms: Don't you mean Jack Daniels?
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: He may be Jack to you son, but when you've known him as long as I have... that's a joke.

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Oh, where do I go from here, Charlie?
Charlie Simms: If you're tangled up, just tango on.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: You askin' me to dance, Charlie?

You've been the sugar business for so long, you've forgetten the taste of real honey!

Lt. Col. Frank Slade

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Then, I'm going to lie down on my big beautiful bed, and blow my brains out.
Charlie Simms: Did I hear you right, colonel? You said you're going to kill yourself?
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: No. I said I'm going to blow my brains out.

There are no victims in this classroom.

Louanne

Hal Griffith: How'd they get you to stay?
Louanne: They gave me candy and called me their light.
Hal Griffith: That'll do it.

What should i tell them? If they dont want to die remember to knock?

Louanne

Mr. Grandey: This wouldn't happened to have been their reward for reading poetry would it?
Louanne: In my classroom, poetry is its own reward.

You asked me once how I was gonna save your life. This is it. This moment.

Louanne

What, are you gonna give me some advice? Just say no? Well, forget it! How the fuck are you gonna save me from my life, huh?

Emilio Ramirez

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