Patton, 1970

I want you to remember that no ******* ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor, dumb ******* die for his country.
Men, all this stuff you've heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. Americans, traditionally, love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooters, the fastest runners, big league ball players, the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war, because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans.
Now, an army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious *******s who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don't know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating.
Now, we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. You know, by God I, I actually pity those poor *******s we're going up against, by God, I do. We're not just going to shoot the *******s; we're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun *******s by the bushel.
Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty.
The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do.
Now there's another thing I want you to remember: I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose and we're going to kick him in the ass. We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we're going to go through him like crap through a goose.
Now, there's one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home. And you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you: "What did you do in the great World War II?" You won't have to say, "Well, I shoveled **** in Louisiana."
All right, now, you sons-of-*****es, you know how I feel. Oh... I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime, anywhere.
That's all.


... lots of asterisks in there...

"The time for honoring yourself will soon be at an end." --Maximus

You just gotta keep livin man, L-I-V-I-N.

There's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark out, and we're wearing sunglasses.

Hit it.

"Surely you can't be serious."

"I am serious and don't call me Shirley."

Yippie ki yay mother f***er

"Oh, Macklin, good party, no whiskey. We go home."


From McLintock

Losers whine about trying their best, winners go home and **** the prom queen

There's no crying in baseball.

How is this on page 2!

Couple that come to mind

"He pulls a knife, you pull a gun..."


"Louis, I think this is he beginning of a beautiful friendship"

"Nice beaver!"

"Thank you, I just had it stuffed."