George C. Scott

"Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastards die for his country."

"Now there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying that 'we are holding our position'. We're not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose and we're going to kick him in the ass. We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we're going to go through him like crap through a goose!"

"For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of a triumph - a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting."

"Fixed fortifications are monuments to the stupidity of man. If mountain ranges and oceans can be overcome, then anything built by man can be overcome."

Bell: "General McAuliffe refused a German surrender demand. You know what he said?"
Patton: "What?"
Bell: "Nuts!"
Patton: "Keep them moving, colonel. A man that eloquent has to be saved."

"They're ivory. Only a pimp from a cheap New Orleans whorehouse would carry a pearl-handled pistol."

"We're gonna keep fighting. Is that clear!? We're gonna attack all night, we're gonna attack tomorrow morning. If we are not victorious, let no man come back alive!"

"Thirty years from now, when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks you, 'What did you do in the great World War II?', you won't have to say, 'Well... I shoveled shit in Louisiana'."