Captain Yelland: If the United States falls under attack our job is to defend her in the past, present and future.
Lasky: And after that?
Captain Yelland: After that, we take our orders from the Commander in Chief of the United States Armed Forces.
Lasky: Franklin Delano Roosevelt?
George Wittow: Did you write that, Harry?
Harry Morant: No, no. It was a minor poet, called Byron.
Peter Handcock: Never heard of him.
Harry Morant: I did say he was a minor poet.
Joey LaMotta: They only gave him that fuckin' decision because he's goin' in the Army next week. That's the only reason.
Jake La Motta: I knocked him down. I don't know what else I gotta do. I don't know what I gotta do.
Joey LaMotta: You won and they robbed ya! They're miserable because their mothers take it up the fuckin' ass! That's why.
Jake La Motta: I've done a lot of bad things, Joey. Maybe it's comin' back to me. Who knows? I'm a jinx maybe. Who the hell knows?
Loretta Lynn: I just can't believe I'm sittin' here talkin' to Patsy Cline.
Patsy Cline: You act like you ain't never seen a glamorous country music singer before.
Kim: You seem a little anxious, Wendy. By the way, who are going with tonight?
Wendy: It's not who you go with, honey. It's who takes you home.
Shingen Takeda: I am wicked, as you believe. I am a scoundrel. I banished my father and I killed my own son. I will do anything to rule this country. War is everywhere. Unless somebody unifies the nation and reigns over us, we will see more rivers of blood and more mountains of the dead.
Calvin "Cal" Jarrett: I should have gotten a handle on it somehow.
Conrad "Con" Jarrett: You know I used to think you had a handle for everything. I really admire you for that sometimes.
Calvin "Cal" Jarrett: Well, don't admire people too much. They'll disappoint you sometimes.
Conrad "Con" Jarrett: I'm not disappointed. I love you.
Calvin "Cal" Jarrett: I love you too.
Ricky Linderman: He was only 9. I practically raised him since he was 2. Drive you crazy! Tell him to sit down, he'd stand up. Tell him do his homework, he'd read a comic book. Couldn't eat food without spitting it at you. A real shoplifter too. Go through a store, half of it'd wind up in his pocket. He was a good kid. A real handful, though. Poor little guy... poor little guy.