Movie Quotes from Apocalypse Now: Quotes from the movie Apocalypse Now

All I want to do is cook, man.

Are you an assassin?

At first, I thought they handed me the wrong dossier. I couldn’t believe they wanted this man dead. Third generation West Point, top of his class. Korea, Airborne. About a thousand decorations. Etc, etc… I’d heard his voice on the tape and it really put a hook in me. But I couldn’t connect up that voice with this man. Like they said he had an impressive career. Maybe too impressive… I mean
perfect. He was being groomed for one of the top slots of the
corporation. General, Chief of Staff, anything… In 1964 he returned
from a tour of advisory command in Vietnam and things started to slip. The report to the Joint Chiefs of Staff and Lyndon Johnson was restricted. Seems they didn’t dig what he had to tell them. During
the next few months he made three requests for transfer to airborne
training in Fort Benning, Georgia. And he was finally accepted.
Airborne ? He was 38 years old. Why the fuck would he do that ?
1966 he joined the Special forces, returns to Vietnam

At night they’d chopper in the T-bones and the beer, the more they made it feel like home the more you would miss it.

Charlie didn’t get much U.S.O. …. he was dug in too deep and moving too fast…. his idea of *R&R* is some cold rice and a little rat meat, he only had two ways home…. death… or victory

charlie don’t surf

Charlie don’t surf.

CHEF: Why do all you guys sit on your helmets?
SOLDIER: So we don’t get our balls blown off.

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.

Clean, get on the 60!!!

Colonel Walter E. 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.

Did you know that ‘if’ is the middle of the word ‘life’?

Did you know that IF is a middle word in LIFE, if you can keep your head when all about you, losing theirs and blaming it on you if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,I mean I know I can’t…I’m a little man, I’m a little man..he’s..he’s a great man…I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across floors of silent seas.

do you that if are the middle two letters in life man….

Don’t you just love the smell of napalm in the morning?

Every minute I stay in this room I get weaker. And every minute
Charlie squats in the bush he gets stronger.

Everybody’s gotta die sometime Red…

Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a mission. And for my sins, they gave me one.

Everyone gets everything they want…… I wanted a mission & 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’d never want another……

Everyone gets what they want. I wanted a mission and they served to me like room service.

Fuckin’ tiger!!!

Gotta remember… never get outta the fuckin’ boat!!!! never get outta the fuckin’ boat!!!! gotta remember!!

He coulda gone for *General* … but he went for himself instead

He wasn’t a bad officer, I guess. He loved his boys and they felt safe with him. He was one of those guys that had that weird light around him. You just knew he wasn’t gonna get so much as a scratch here

His idea of great R & R was cold rice and a little rat meat.

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

I Can’t Get No Satisfaction.

I didn’t get out of the eighth grade for this shit, man.

i love the smell of napalm in the morning

I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

I love the smell of Napalm in the morning. It smells like victory.

I love the smell of Napalm in the morning. The smell, you know that gasoline smell. Smells like victory

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.

I want my wounded out of there and in the hospital in 15 minutes! I want my men out!!

I was being ferried down the coast in a Navy PBR, a type of
plastic patrol boat, pretty common sight on the rivers. They
said it was a good way to pick up information without drawing lot
of attention. That was OK, I needed the air and the time.
Only problem was I wouldn’t be alone

I was going to the worst place in the world – and I didn’t even know it.

I was going to the worst place in the world, and didn’t even know it.

I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a strait razor. That’s my dream. It’s my nightmare. Crawling, slithering along the edge of a strait razor… and surviving… But we must kill them. We must incinerate them. Pig after pig. Cow after cow. Village after village. Army after army. And they call me an assassin. What do you call it when the assassins accuse the assassin? They lie. They lie, and we have to be mericful for those who lie. Those nabobs. I hate them; I do hate them.

I’ve seen 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. 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 terrorare your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared.
They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces…Seems
a thousand centuries ago…We went into a camp to innoculate the children.
We left the camp after we had innoculated the children for Polio, and this old
man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn’t see. We went
back there and they had come and hacked off every innoculated arm. There
they were in a pile…A pile of little arms. And I remember…I…I…I cried…
I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn’t know what I
wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want
to forget. And then I realized…like I was shot…Like I was shot with a
diamond…a diamond bullet right through my forehead…And I thought:
My God…the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect,
genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were
stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not
monsters…These were men…trained cadres…these men who fought with
their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with
love…but they had the strength…the strength…to do that. If I had ten
divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You
have to have men who are moral…and at the same time who are able to
utilize their primordal instincts to kill without feeling…without passion…
without judgement…without judgement. Because it’s judgement that
defeats us.

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

If I say it’s safe to surf this beach, captain – it’s safe to surf this beach. I’m not afraid to surf this place, I’m not afraid to surf this fucking place

If I say this beach is safe to surf, it’s safe to surf. Now you either fight or surf son.

It was a real choice mission, and when it was over, I’d never want another

It was the AirCav, First of the Ninth, our escorts to the mouth of the Nung river. But they were supposed to be waiting for us another 30 kilometers ahead. Well, Air Mobile, those boys just couldn’t stay put. First of the Ninth was an old cavalry division that had cashed in its horses for choppers, and gone tear-assing around ‘Nam, looking for the shit. They’ve given Charlie a few surprises in their time here. What they were mopping up now hadn’t even happened an hour ago

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.

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. I remember when I was with Special Forces. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate…
some children. We’d left the camp… after we had inoculated the children for polio. And this old man came running after us, and he was crying. He couldn’t say. We went back there… and they had come and hacked off… every inoculated arm. There they were, in a pile–
a pile of… little arms. And I remember… I-I– I cried. I wept like… some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized… like I was shot– like I was shot with a diamond– a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, ‘My God, the genius of that.
The genius.’ The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized… they were stronger than me because they could stand it. These were not monsters. These were men–
trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts… who have families, who have children… who are filled with love… that they had the strength– the strength… to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men… then our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men… who are moral… and at the same time… who are able to… utilize their… primordial instincts to kill… without feeling, without passion… without judgment– without judgment. Because it’s judgment that defeats us. 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.

Just give it back… Give back the surf board and no one will be hurt….

KILGORE: What we have here… Two of spades, three of spades,
four of diamonds, six of clubs, ace of spades. Isn’t one
worth a Jack in the whole bunch…
LANCE: Hey Captain, what’s that ?
WILLARD: Death cards.
LANCE: What ?
WILLARD: Death cards. Lets Charlie know who did this.

Kurtz: Did they say why, Willard, why they want to terminate my command?
Willard: I was sent on a classified mission, sir.
Kurtz: It’s no longer classified, is it? Did they tell you?
Willard: They told me that you had gone totally insane, and that your methods were… unsound.
Kurtz: Are my methods unsound?
Willard: I don’t see any method at all, sir.
Kurtz: I expected someone like you. What did you expect? …Are you an assassin?
Willard: I’m a soldier.
Kurtz: You’re neither. You’re an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill.

Late summer-autumn 1968 :
Kurtz’s patrols in the highlands coming under frequent ambush. The camp started falling apart…November: Kurtz orders the assassination of three Vietnamese men and one woman. Two of the men were Colonels in the South Vietnamese army. Enemy activity in his old sector dropped
off to nothing. Guess he must have hit the right four people. The army tried one last time to bring him back into the fold. And if he pulled over, it all would have been forgotten. But he kept going, and he kept winning it his way, and they called me in. They lost him. He was gone. Nothing but rumors and rambling intelligence, mostly from captured VC. The VC knew his name by now, and they were scared of him. He and his men were playing hit and run all the way into Cambodia.

Let’s see what we have here… roast beef and…,usually is not bad. Try some Jerry, pass it around. Save a little time when we’ll pass both ways. Captain,I don’t know how you feel about this shrimp, but if you’ll eat it, you never have to prove your courage in any
other way…

LUCAS: Your report specify intelligence, counter-intelligence,
with ComSec I Corps.
WILLARD: I’m not presently disposed to discuss these operations, sir.
LUCAS: Did you not work for the CIA in I Corps ?
WILLARD: No, sir.
LUCAS: Did you not assasinate a government tax collector in Quang Tri province, June 19th, 1968 ? Captain ?
WILLARD: Sir, I am unaware of any such activity or operation – nor would I be disposed to discuss such an operation if it did in
fact exist, sir.

Napalm

Never get out of the boat. Absolutely god damn right. Unless you’re going all the way.

Never get out of the boat. Your fuckin A right, unless you were going all the way.

Never get out of the boat. Absolutely goddamn right. Unless you were going all the way. Kurtz got off the boat. He split from the whole
fucking program. How did that happen? What did he see here that first tour? 38 fucking years old. If he joined the Green Berets,
there was no way you’d ever get above Colonel. Kurtz knew what he was giving up. The more I read and began to understand, the more I admired him. His family and friends couldn’t understand it, and they couldn’t talk him out of it. He had to apply three times and he had to put up with a ton of shit, but when he threatened to resign, they gave it to him. The next youngest guy in his class was half his age. They must have thought he was some far-out old man humping it over that course. I did it when I was 19 and it damn near wasted me. A tough motherfucker. He finished. He could have gone for General,
but he went for himself instead.

oh my god shes a savage get that dink bitch stick it right up her ass johnny
how you feeling son like a meen mother fucker sir

oh my god shes a savage get that dink bitch stick it right up her ass johnny

Oh shit shes a gook assassin, shit lemme nail that bitch, ah shit, maday, maday, I’m going in

Outstanding red-team, outstanding…. get ya a case of beer for that one

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.

Private Pyle are you a fat body !

Purple Haze… Rainbow Reality

Romeo foxtrot, shall we dance!

Saigon…. shit…. I’m still only in Saigon

She was here, man! I even wrote to the c*nt…. she didn’t write back.

Sir, I am unaware of any such operation, or activity….nor would I be disposed to discuss such operation If it did in fact exist….Sir.

Some day this war’s gonna end.

Someday this war’s gonna end.

Terminate with extreme prejudice.

The crew were mostly kids. Rock and rollers with one foot in their grave.

The End.

The horror, the horror.

The horror… the horror

The horror….The horror.

The jungle wanted him dead most of all.

The machinist, the one they called Chef, was from New Orleans.
He was rapped too tight for Vietnam, probably rapped too tight
for New Orleans. Lance on the forward 50’s was a famous
surfer from the beaches south of LA. You look at him
and you wouldn’t believe he ever fired a weapon in his whole life. Clean, Mr. Clean, was from some South Bronx shithole. Light and space of Vietnam really put the zap on his head. Then there was Phillips, the Chief. It might have been my mission, but it sure as shit was Chief’s boat

The war will still be here tomorrow.

There are two of you. One that kills and the one that loves.

There is no way of telling his story without telling my own.

These are just the type of go-getters I want working on my EM50 project.

They 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!

This is the first of the ninth son, air cav, air mobile. Now we can take and pick your boat right up out of the water and put it down just anywhere you like young captain.

This sure-nuff is a bizarre sight in the middle of this shit

We teach young men to drop fire on people but their commanders won’t allow them to write fuck on their airplane…because…it’s obscene.

We’ll come in low, out of the rising sun, and about a mile out, we’ll put on the music… Yeah, I use Wagner — scares the hell out of the slopes! My boys love it!

What do YOU know about surfing, Major…. you’re from goddamned New Jersey!

What’s the matter with you man? You’re actin’ kinda’ weird!
You know that last tab of acid I was saving? Yeah. I dropped it.
You dropped acid man? Far out!

What’s the name of that god-damned village?… Vin Drin …Dop or Lop… damn gook names always sound the same

What’s the name of that village? Vin Drin Wop? Or Mop? Goddamed gook names all sound the same!

Who are you? I’m next ma’am.

Why didn’t you tell me before *it was a six foot peak*. They’re aren’t any good peaks in this whole shitty country! It’s all god-damn beach break!!!

Why do they call you *Chef*?… ’cause you like mangoes and stuff?

WILLARD: How come they call you that?
CHEF: Call me what, sir?
WILLARD: Chef — is that ’cause you like mangoes an’ stuff?
CHEF: No, sir — I’m a real chef, sir — I’m a sauciere —
WILLARD: A sauciere ?
CHEF: Yes, sir — See, I come from New Orleans — I was raised to
be a sauciere.. a great sauciere. We specialize in sauces. Has to be a mango tree here somewhere…I was supposed to go to Paris. Then my physical came up. Hell I joined the Navy. Someone told me Navy had better food. Cook school — that did it.
WILLARD: Oh yeah, how?
CHEF: They lined us all up in front of a hundred yards of prime rib -magnificent meat, beautifully marbled.. Then they started throwing it in these big cauldrons, all of it — boiling. I looked in, an’ it was turning gray. I couldn’t fucking believe
that one.

WILLARD: We’re going up river about 75 klicks above the Do
Lung bridge.
CHIEF: That’s Cambodia, captain.
WILLARD: That’s classified. We’re not supposed to be in Cambodia
but that’s where I’m going. You just get me close to my destination and I’ll cut you and the crew loose.
CHIEF: All right, captain.

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

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.

Willard: Soldier, who is the CO here? Soldier: Aren’t You!

You are fighting for the biggest nothing in history.

You can win. Learn from our mistakes.

You dropped acid?…Far out.

You smell that……???
You smell that 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 12 hours and when it was over ….. we walked up and we didnt see one of them…… not one stinking dink body…… but the smell……..you know that gasoline smell……. the whole hill……it smelled like……. victory. ……Someday this war is gunna end…….

You smell that? You smell that? Napalm son. I love the smell of napalm in the mourning. One time we ahd a hill bombed for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up there. We didn’t find one of ’em not one stinkin dink body but that smell. You know, that gasoline smell. Smelled like…victory. someday this war is gonna end.

You smell that? You smell that? Napalm son. I love the smell of napalm in the mourning. One time we had a hill bombed for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up there. We didn’t find one of ’em not one stinkin dink body but that smell. You know, that gasoline smell. Smelled like…victory. someday this war is gonna end.

You smell that? You smell that? Napalm Son. Nothin else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the mornin’. There was this one time we bombed this hill for 12 hours. when it was all over, I walked up. There was not one left. not one dink body. But that smell, that gasoline smell, it smelled like……..Victory.

You’re an errand boy, sent by grocers.

You’re in the asshole of the world, Captain

Your mission is to proceed up to Nung river in a Navy patrol boat. Pick up colonel Kurtz’ path at Nu Mung Ba, follow it, learn what you can along the way. When you find colonel infiltrate his team by whatever means available and terminate the colonel’s command.

Zap ’em with your siren, man, zap ’em with your siren!!!!

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