A deer has to be taken with one shot. I try to tell people that but they don't listen.


They won't soon forget the name "Oskar Schindler" around here. "Oskar Schindler," they'll say, "everybody remembers him. He did something extraordinary. He did what no one else did. He came with nothing, a suitcase, and built a bankrupt company into a major manufactory. And left with a steamer trunk, two steamer trunks, of money. All the riches of the world."

Oskar Schindler

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.


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.


Steven: You get a deer?
Michael: Naa man
Steven: C'maaan! You didn't get a DEE-E-EAH?

[after he sights the deer but points the rifle upward and fires so that the deer just looks at him] Okay? Okay?


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.

Nick: Did you hear about the happy Roman?
Man in Locker Room: Yeah.
Nick: He was "glad he ate her."


VC guard

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.
Linda: Okay.
Michael: It's a good beer, it's the best around.

It's such a grey day.


You wanna play games? All right, I'll play your fucking games.


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