I love the smell of napalm in the morning.
There are two of you, don't you see? One that kills... and one that loves.
You're giving away our fuel for a playmate of the month?
Lieutenant, bomb that tree line back about 100 yards! Give me some room to breathe!
Yeah, I use Wagner. It scares the hell out of the slopes. My boys love it!
You're in the asshole of the world, Captain.
The war will be still here tomorrow.
The crew were mostly kids; rock & rollers with one foot in their grave.
The horror. . . The horror. . .
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.
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.
That's good, son, 'cause you either surf or fight.
He likes you 'cause you're still alive.
Disneyland... Fuck, man, this is better than Disneyland!
Oh man... the bullshit piled up so fast in Vietnam, you needed wings to stay above it.
What do you call it when the assassins accuse the assassin? A lie.
Nope, playmate of the year, Chief.