-You're all quite short, aren't you?
-Well yeah, we're children.
-Well that's no excuse. I was never as short as you
-You were once.
-Was not. Know why? Because I distinctly remember putting a hat on top of my head. Look at your short little arms. You could never reach.
If you and I were to die in a plane crash it wouldn't matter, because our souls would keep on going and we would love each other from place to place - because it is infinity.
-What do you think?
-About what?
-About us kind of belonging together?
-What about this lamp? You think Paul will like this lamp?
-Yea, he'll-he'll love it. What do you think?
-I think two wrong don't make a right.
-Meaning what?
-Meaning us: two wrongs.
-What if we're not? What if we're two rights and everybody else is wrong?
-Either way we're gonna be screwed, Axel.
-But at least we can be screwed together.
-These philosophies, with pies and bananas and Q-tips and...
-I'm an artist.
-You're a bullshit artist.
-Bullshit artist, artist, whatever. Art is art.
But what's the point of breathing if somebody already tells you the difference between an apple and a bicycle? If I bite a bicycle and ride an apple, then I'll know the difference.
After the storm, I couldn't say life was beautiful. But all I kept hoping for was the Eskimo boy of my dream to run out of one of these doors and hug me. And even though I no longer felt like a fish and realized I knew nothing, I was happy to be alive.
Kilgore: Smell that? You smell that?
Lance: What?
Kilgore: Napalm, son. Nothing in the world smells like that.
[kneels]
Kilgore: I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end...
[Kilgore unhappily walks off]
Francis de Marais: Why don't you Americans learn from us - from our mistakes? Mon Dieux! With your Army, your strength, your power, you could win if you want to! You can win!
Hubert de Marais: The Vietnamese... we worked with them, made something - something out of nothing... We want to stay here because it's ours - it belongs to us. It keeps our family together. I mean, we fought for that. While you Americans... you are fighting for the biggest nothing in history!
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Willard: No wonder Kurtz put a weed up Command's ass. The war was being run by a bunch of four star clowns who were gonna end up giving the whole circus away.
Kurtz: I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight... razor... and surviving.
-I figured you guys might be able to give me some pointers. I need to shape up. Fast.
-Are you just looking to lose weight, or do you want increased strength and flexibility as well?
-I want to look good naked!
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-Well yeah, we're children.
-Well that's no excuse. I was never as short as you
-You were once.
-Was not. Know why? Because I distinctly remember putting a hat on top of my head. Look at your short little arms. You could never reach.
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[cries]
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-No, we agreed: No leader!
-Right. So shut up and do as I say.
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-We missed our chance. We gotta stick it out now.
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-About what?
-About us kind of belonging together?
-What about this lamp? You think Paul will like this lamp?
-Yea, he'll-he'll love it. What do you think?
-I think two wrong don't make a right.
-Meaning what?
-Meaning us: two wrongs.
-What if we're not? What if we're two rights and everybody else is wrong?
-Either way we're gonna be screwed, Axel.
-But at least we can be screwed together.
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-I'm an artist.
-You're a bullshit artist.
-Bullshit artist, artist, whatever. Art is art.
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Lance: What?
Kilgore: Napalm, son. Nothing in the world smells like that.
[kneels]
Kilgore: I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end...
[Kilgore unhappily walks off]
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Hubert de Marais: The Vietnamese... we worked with them, made something - something out of nothing... We want to stay here because it's ours - it belongs to us. It keeps our family together. I mean, we fought for that. While you Americans... you are fighting for the biggest nothing in history!
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-Are you just looking to lose weight, or do you want increased strength and flexibility as well?
-I want to look good naked!
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-It's just a couch!
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-Yes.
-Well, congratulations. You've succeeded admirably.
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