Fiction Empire

Chef
Chef: I used to think if I died in an evil place then my soul wouldn't make it to heaven. Well, fuck. I don't care where it goes as long it ain't here.

Chef

Chef
Chef: He's worse than crazy, he's evil!

Chef & Soldier

Chef & Soldier
Chef: Why do all you guys sit on your helmets?
Soldier: So we don't get our balls blown off.

Colonel Kurtz
Colonel Kurtz: We train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders won't allow them to write 'fuck' on their airplanes because it's obscene!

Colonel Kurtz
Colonel Kurtz: You're an errand boy sent by grocery clerks to collect a bill.

Colonel Kurtz
Colonel Kurtz: Are you an assassin?

Colonel Kurtz
Colonel Kurtz: What do you call assassins who accuse assassins?

Colonel Kurtz
Colonel Kurtz: I've seen the horrors, horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me, you have a right to do that, but you have no right to judge me.

Colonel Kurtz
Colonel Kurtz: It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies.

Colonel Kurtz
Colonel 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.

Colonel Kurtz
Colonel Kurtz: We must kill them. We must incinerate them. Pig after pig. Cow after cow. Village after village. Army after army.

Colonel Kurtz
Colonel Kurtz: The Horror. The Horror.

Famous Last Words

Themes

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Lance

Lance
Lance: Disneyland. Fuck, man, this is better than Disneyland.

Lance

Lance
Lance: There's mines over there, there's mines over there, and watch out those goddamn monkeys bite, I'll tell ya.

Lieutenant Colonel Kilgore
Lieutenant Colonel Kilgore: You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning... You know, one time we had a hill bombed for twelve 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.

Lieutenant Colonel Kilgore
Lieutenant Colonel Kilgore: What the hell do you know about surfing? You're from goddamned New Jersey.

Lieutenant Colonel Kilgore
Lieutenant Colonel Kilgore: If I say it's safe to surf this beach, it's safe to surf this beach!

Lieutenant Colonel Kilgore
Lieutenant Colonel Kilgore: Charlie don't surf!

Operation Archangel

Plans

Operations

Operation Archangel
Operation mentioned in Kurtz' dossier.

Photojournalist
Photojournalist: The man is clear in his mind, but his soul is mad.

Photojournalist
Photojournalist: Hey, mac, you don't talk to the colonel. Well, you listen to him. The man's enlarged my mind. he's a poet warrior in the classic sense.

Photojournalist
Photojournalist: These are all his children, as far as you can see. Hell, man, out here, we're all his children.

Photojournalist
Photojournalist: I'm a little man, I'm a little man. He's a great man.

Photojournalist
Photojournalist: Do you know that the man, the man really likes you? He likes you, he really likes you. But he's got something in mind for you. Aren't you curious about that?

Photojournalist
Photojournalist: Did you know that "if" is the middle of the word "life"?

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Willard

Willard
Willard: I was going to the worst place in the world and I didn't even know it yet. Weeks away and hundreds of miles up a river that snaked through the war like a main circuit cable - plugged straight into Kurtz. It was no accident that I got to be the caretaker of Colonel Walter E. Kurtz's memory - any more than being back in Saigon was an accident. There is no way to tell his story without telling my own. And if his story really is a confession, then so is mine.

Willard

Willard
Willard: If that's how Kilgore fought the war I began to wonder what they really had against Kurtz. It wasn't just insanity and murder, there was enough of that to go around for everyone.

Willard

Willard
Willard: I hardly said a word to my wife until I said yes to a divorce.

Willard

Willard
Willard: How many people had I already killed? There was those six that I know about for sure. Close enough to blow their last breath in my face. But this time it was an American and an officer. That wasn't supposed to make any difference to me, but it did. Shit. Charging a man with murder in this place was like handing out speeding tickets in the Indy 500. I took the mission. What the hell else was I gonna do?

Willard

Willard
Willard: He had only two ways home: death, or victory.

Willard

Willard
Willard: Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a mission, and for my sins, they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service. It was a real choice mission, and when it was over, I never wanted another.

Willard

Willard
Willard: Everybody wanted me to do it, him most of all. I felt like he was up there, waiting for me to take the pain away. He just wanted to go out like a soldier, standing up, not like some poor, wasted, rag-assed renegade. Even the jungle wanted him dead, and that's who he really took his orders from anyway.

Willard

Willard
Willard: Been here a week now, waiting for a mission, getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Charlie squats in the bush, he gets stronger.

Willard

Willard
Willard: When I was here, I wanted to be there, when I was there all I could think of was getting back into the jungle.

Willard

Willard
Willard: Saigon, shit, I'm still only in Saigon. Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back in the jungle.

Willard

Willard
Willard: On the river, I thought that the minute I looked at him, I'd know what to do, but it didn't happen. I was in there with him for days, not under guard, I was free, but he knew I wasn't going anywhere. He knew more about what I was going to do than I did. If the Generals back in the Trang could see what I saw, would they still want me to kill him? More than ever probably. And what would his people back home want if they ever learned just how far from them he'd really gone? He broke from them, and then he broke from himself. I'd never seen a man so broken up and ripped apart.

Willard

Willard
Willard: Oh man, the shit piled up so fast in Vietnam you needed wings to stay above it.

Willard

Willard
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.

Willard

Willard
Willard: Never get out of the boat. Absolutely god damn right. Unless you were goin' all the way. Kurtz got off the boat. He split from the whole fuckin' program.

Willard