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APOCALYPSE NOW 1979 Film
  • 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.

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  • Quotes
    • Chef
      • Chef: He's worse than crazy, he's evil!
      • 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 & 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: 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: I worry that my son might not understand what I've tried to be. And if I were to be killed, Willard, I would want someone to go to my home and tell my son everything. Everything I did, everything you saw, because there's nothing that I detest more than the stench of lies. And if you understand me Willard, you will do this for me.
      • 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: What do you call assassins who accuse assassins?
      • 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: What do you call assassins who accuse assassins?
      • Colonel Kurtz: The Horror! The Horror!
      • Colonel Kurtz: We must kill them. We must incinerate them. Pig after pig. Cow after cow. Village after village. Army after army.
      • 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.
    • Lance
      • Lance: There's mines over there, there's mines over there, and watch out those goddamn monkeys bite, I'll tell ya.
      • Lance: Disneyland. Fuck, man, this is better than Disneyland.
    • Lieutenant Colonel Kilgore
      • Lieutenant Colonel Kilgore: What the hell do you know about surfing? You're from goddamned New Jersey.
      • 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: Charlie don't surf!
      • Lieutenant Colonel Kilgore: If I say it's safe to surf this beach, it's safe to surf this beach!
    • Photojournalist
      • Photojournalist: One through nine, no maybes, no supposes, no fractions. You can't travel in space, you can't go out into space, you know, without, like, you know, uh, with fractions - what are you going to land on - one-quarter, three-eighths? What are you going to do when you go from here to Venus or something? That's dialectic physics.
      • Photojournalist: Did you know that 'if' is the middle of the word 'life'?
      • Photojournalist: This is the way the fucking world ends. Look at this fucking shit we're in man. Not with a bang, but with a whimper. And with a whimper, I'm fucking splitting, Jack.
      • Photojournalist: He likes you because you're still alive.
      • Photojournalist: There's mines over there, there's mines over there, and watch out those goddamn monkeys bite, I'll tell ya.
      • Photojournalist: What are they gonna say about him? What are they gonna say? That he was a kind man? That he was a wise man? That he had plans? That he had wisdom? Bullshit man!
    • 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: 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: 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: 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: Oh man, the shit piled up so fast in Vietnam you needed wings to stay above it.
      • Willard: Charlie didn't get much USO. He was dug in too deep or moving too fast. His idea of great R&R was cold rice and a little rat meat. He had only two ways home: death, or victory.
      • 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: 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: Saigon, shit, I'm still only in Saigon. Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back in the jungle.
      • 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: 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: He had only two ways home: death, or victory.
      • 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: I hardly said a word to my wife until I said yes to a divorce.
      • 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: It's a way we had over here with living with ourselves. We cut 'em in half with a machine gun and give'em a Band-Aid. It was a lie. And the more I saw them, the more I hated lies.
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