Movie Quotes for Quiet+American,+The

Thomas Fowler: I know I am behaving badly, but I have every intention
  of behaving badly. As a matter of fact, this is exactly the kind of
  situation where one should behave badly.

Thomas Fowler: If I lost her, for me, it would be the beginning of
  death.

[first lines]
Thomas Fowler: [voiceover] I cant say what made me fall in love with
  Vietnam - that a womans voice can drug you; that everything is so
  intense. The colors, the taste, even the rain. Nothing like the
  filthy rain in London. They say whatever youre looking for, you
  will find here. They say you come to Vietnam and you understand a
  lot in a few minutes, but the rest has got to be lived. The smell:
  thats the first thing that hits you, promising everything in
  exchange for your soul. And the heat. Your shirt is straightaway a
  rag. You can hardly remember your name, or what you came to escape
  from. But at night, theres a breeze. The river is beautiful. You
  could be forgiven for thinking there was no war; that the gunshots
  were fireworks; that only pleasure matters. A pipe of opium, or the
  touch of a girl who might tell you she loves you. And then,
  something happens, as you knew it would. And nothing can ever be
  the same again.

Thomas Fowler: Colonel The.
Hinh: [Correcting him] General The.
Thomas Fowler: Who made him a General?
Hinh: He did.

[last lines]
Thomas Fowler: [voiceover] They say you come to Vietnam and
  understand a lot in a few minutes. The rest has got to be lived.
  They say whatever it was you were looking for, you will find here.
  They say there is a ghost in every house, and if you can make peace
  with him, he will stay quiet.

The American: Im from a country thats been in existence for less
  than two hundred years, in a very old world. That same fifty years
  ago, we were barely taken seriously as a nation, much less a great
  force for wisdom and decision. But suddenly now, a watch tick of
  history later, the world waits angrily for us to provide the
  answers it hasnt been able to find in fifty centuries.

Thomas Fowler: [to Pyle, who has just saved his life] If I had died,
  you could have had her.

Thomas Fowler: Pyle est mort. Assassinated.

Hinh: Sooner or later, Mr. Fowler, one has to take sides, if one is
  to remain human.

Derek Vinyard: Every night, thousands of these parasites stream
  across the border like some fuckin pinata exploded. [the skinheads
  laugh] Dont laugh! Theres nothin funny goin on here! [the
  skinheads immediately quiet down]

[the undead Amy rises from a slab as a zombie]
Amy Fitch: Thanks for the lovely evening, douche-bag. You really know
  how to treat a lady!
Andy McDermott: No! Youre dead!
Amy Fitch: No, Im undead. Which means Im forced to walk this
  wretched earth until you die.
[Brad appears as a zombie]
Brad: Not so fast! You want my buddy dead, youre gonna have to come
  through me.
Amy Fitch: Oh, thats something. [to Andy] It took me four years on a
  stairmaster to get a package like this. You ripped through it like
  a lamb chop!
Andy McDermott: This cant be happening.
Brad: Dont blame me Andy. I warned you.
Amy Fitch: [to Andy] Wait a minute. You knew about this all along?
Cadaver: Hey, keep it quiet! Some of us are trying to rest in pieces
  here.

Katherine Jackson: You know, that Marlons gonna be a dancer if it
  kills him.
Joseph Jackson: He cant cut it, Katie. He doesnt have it. He sings
  out of tune, he misses steps. Im dropping him from the group.
Katherine Jackson: [shocked] What? Joseph Walter Jackson, theres
  lots of things that you do that I do different. I keep quiet, I
  dont say nothin about it mostly. But on this, I gotta speak. I
  see him. Always trying to outrun Michael, always trying to beat him
  at some game. You do this to him and itll break him. Im not gonna
  let you do that. I cant let that happen. You too hard on him, you
  too hard on ALL of them. And Im telling you what I know. Its
  gonna drive him away.
Joseph Jackson: Well, what do you want, Katie? You want em workin
  in some steel mill for the rest of their lives? Or you want em out
  on some street corner using dope, or them getting into trouble with
  some gang? Is that what you want?
Katherine Jackson: You know I dont! But I dont want to see them get
  whooped either!
Joseph Jackson: Yeah, well, thats the only way that I know how!
  Thats how my father raised me. Thats how every man in the street
  handles their kids! Kids gotta be strong, Katie. Thats the world
  we live in. Aw, Katie, I got a vision! A vision, Katie, Im gonna
  get my kids outta here! Im gonna get em out of Gary, out of those
  steel mills! Im gonna make that happen! I want them see the world,
  Katie. I want them to be able to see their dreams come true.
Katherine Jackson: Their dreams, Joseph, or yours?

Bugs Bunny: So you see, thats how chases began, and thats how I
  came into the picture, just a mild mannered forest creature, shy,
  easily frightened. A quiet-living rabbit am I. And yet... I guess
  in a way I *am* an unusual rabbit on account of, uh... instead of
  having hundreds of children, like your ordinary run-of-the-mill
  rabbit, I had several fathers, fathers with odd names, like Tex
  Avery... uh, Friz Freleng... Chuck Jones... and Bob McKimson, the
  ones who directed most of me pictures. Fathers like Tedd Pierce...
  Warren Foster... and Mike Maltese, who wrote most of me
  bee-ography. And of course a father named Mel Blanc, who had
  thousands of voices and was nice enough to give me one of them.
  This show youre gonna see now is about what just one of those
  fathers did with me and me cartoon associates, an animation
  director who goes by the unlikely name of Chuck Jones. And old
  Chuck seemed determined to get poor little old me into outer space,
  too.

Purdey: [phoney American accent] Its quiet. Too darn quiet.

[first lines]
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Well, then. Now. Ill begin at the
  beginnin. A fine soft day in the spring, it was, when the train
  pulled into Castletown, three hours late as usual, and himself got
  off. He didnt have the look of an American tourist at all about
  him. Not a camera on him; what was worse, not even a fishin rod.

Kumar: [notices the ticket fee] 0? Are you crazy? Excuse me,
  Officer sir! Let me just take a few guesses here!
Harold: [stands in front of Kumar, pleading to the officer] Im
  really sorry for all this...
Officer Palumbo: No sudden movements! Back it up!
Kumar: You were probably the biggest asshole in high school, right?
Officer Palumbo: Absolutely right.
Kumar: And you used to pick on guys like us everyday at school?
Officer Palumbo: With pleasure.
Kumar: But then when graduation day came, we went to college, while
  you went nowhere. And then you began to think to yourself, "Gee.
  How can I still give them grief? Oh, I know, Ill just become a
  cop." Yeah? Well, congratulations! Your dream has come true! Now,
  why dont you just take this quiet Asian with the American name
  that treats you so well and give him more tickets or better just
  take him to jail.
Officer Palumbo: Even better. [to Harold] Youre going downtown
  thanks to your friend here.
Kumar: [to Harold, mockingly] Oh, great American name, Harold!
Harold: [lunges his fist toward Kumar, but misses and strikes Officer
  Palumbo in the face] Yaaah!
Officer Palumbo: Huh. [spits his gum out, angrily]
Harold: [placed in jail with a blank expression on his face] Oh,
  shoot.