Favorite War Quotes
This list... is an absolute good. The list is life. All around its margins lies the gulf.Itzhak Stern
Well, boys, I reckon this is it - nuclear combat toe to toe with the Roosskies. Now look, boys, I ain't much of a hand at makin' speeches, but I got a pretty fair idea that something doggone important is goin' on back there. And I got a fair idea the kinda personal emotions that some of you fellas may be thinkin'. Heck, I reckon you wouldn't even be human bein's if you didn't have some pretty strong personal feelin's about nuclear combat. I want you to remember one thing, the folks back home is a-countin' on you and by golly, we ain't about to let 'em down. I tell you something else, if this thing turns out to be half as important as I figure it just might be, I'd say that you're all in line for some important promotions and personal citations when this thing's over with. That goes for ever' last one of you regardless of your race, color or your creed. Now let's get this thing on the hump - we got some flyin' to do.Major T. J. "King" Kong
The truth, Helen, is always the right answer.Amon Goeth
The dead know only one thingPrivate Joker
I love you so much. I hate war so much.Ilsa
We must kill them. We must incinerate them. Pig after pig... cow after cow... village after village... army after army...Kurtz
[to Emilie Schindler] No doorman or Maitre d' will ever mistake you again. I promise.Oskar Schindler
You got the wrong guy, ace!Nick
Nick: Did you hear about the happy Roman?
Man in Locker Room: Yeah.
Nick: He was "glad he ate her."
They cast a spell on you, you know, the Jews. When you work closely with them, like I do, you see this. They have this power. It's like a virus. Some of my men are infected with this virus. They should be pitied, not punished. They should receive treatment because this is as real as typhus. I see it all the time. It's a matter of money? Hmm?Amon Goeth
Why do you drink that motor oil? I send you good stuff all the time.Oskar Schindler
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How tall are you, private?
Private Cowboy: Sir, five-foot-nine, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Five-foot-nine, I didn't know they stacked shit that high!