"I'm thinking about the deer. Going to 'Nam. I like the trees, you know? I like the way that the trees are on mountains, all the different... the way the trees are."

"I don't think about that much with one shot anymore, Mike."

"You have to think about one shot. One shot is what it's all about. A deer's gotta be taken with one shot."

"I'll tell ya one thing, if I find out my life had to end up being in the mountains, it'd be all right, but it has to be in your mind."

"What? One shot?"

"Two is pussy."

"I sound like some asshole, right?"

"I tell you, Nick, you're the only guy I go hunting with, you know. I like a guy with quick moves and speed. I ain't gonna hunt with no assholes."

"Well, who's an asshole?"

"Who do you think is an asshole? They're all a bunch of assholes. I mean, I love 'em, they're great guys, but, you know, without you, I hunt alone. Seriously, that's what I'd do."

"You're a f*ckin' nut! You know that, Mike? You're a maniac. A control freak."

"I just don't like no surprises."

"Alright you guys, whoever took my boots, I want them back."

"I got a boot for you, Stan, right up your ass!"

"Hey Mike, lemme borrow your spears, eh?"

"No, Stan."

"No? What do you mean no?"

"Just what I said, no. No means no."

"Some fuckin' friend. You're some fuckin' friend, you know that?"

"You gotta learn, Stanley. Every time you come up here, you got your goddamn head up your ass."

"Maybe he likes the view from up there."

"Every time he comes up, he's got no knife, he's got no jacket, he's got no pants, he's got no boots. All he's got is that stupid gun he carries around like John Wayne."

"Stanley, see this? This is this. This ain't somethin' else. This is this. From now on, you're on your own."

"I fixed you up a million times! I don't know how many times I must have fixed him up with girls! And nothin' ever happens! Zero!"

"Nobody ever knows what the fuck you're talking about. Huh? 'This is this!' What the hell is that supposed to mean? 'This is this!' I mean, is that some faggot-sounding bullshit or is that some faggot-sounding bullshit?"

"Shut up, Stan, will ya?"

"Hey, man, you're outta line."

"Watch out with that gun, Stan."

"There's times I swear I think you're a fuckin' faggot!"

"Last week, he could've had that new redheaded waitress down at the Bowladrome. He could've had it knocked and look what he did. Look what he fuckin' did. Nothin', that's what."

"Hey, Stosh. I said, 'No.'"

"What's the matter with you?"

"We gotta play with more bullets. Three. That means we gotta play each other."

"What? Are you crazy?"

"Nicky, it's the only way. I'll pick the moment. The game goes until I move. When I start shootin', go for the nearest guard, get his gun, and zap the fucker!"

"I'm not ready for this!"

"You gotta listen to me... You wanna stay down here and die? Go on. It's up to you. Now it's up to you."

"NOOOOOOOO!"

"Side by side! Me and him! Me against him!"

"Sh*t! I must be outta my f*ckin' mind! I must be outta my mind. Everything's going so fast. Man, oh man."

"Hey, Nick, do you think we'll ever come back?"

"From 'Nam?"

"You know something, the whole thing, it's right here. I love this f*ckin' place. I know that sounds crazy. If anything happens, Mike, don't leave, don't leave me over there. You got, you gotta, hey, just don't leave me. You gotta promise me that, Mike. No, man, you gotta, you gotta promise, definitely."

"Hey, Nick, you got it, man."

"What kind of beer would you like?"

"What? I don't know. I don't care. Any kind."

"I'll get you a Rolling Rock."

"It's a good beer, it's the best around."

"Holy shit, you know what those are? Those are sun dogs. It means a blessing on the hunter sent by the Great Wolf to his children. It's an old Indian thing."

"What do you think of her, Michael?"

"I don't know."

"No, come on. On the level. On the level."

"Is she, is she beautiful? Is she beautiful? Is she?"

"Truth?"

"Yeah!"

"No."

"Well, do you think she's intelligent?"

"Neither do I!"

"Angela and Steven, if you don't spill a drop, it's good luck for the rest of your life."

"I-sweet 16, I-18, then you become a man. Let's go, men. G-60 and those boys who can't help themselves, please, buddy, help them too. Oh, will you dance with me? G-47, but I'm still satisfied with what I've got. That wonderful life I've lived. Think it over, buddy boys, and I'll give you O-61."

"Where is a guy like Nick gettin' money like this?"

"I don't know. Cards maybe. Listen, Steven, I'm gonna take you home."

"Aw, sh*t, Mike, you promised me. Come on. I don't fit. Look! Hey!"

"I'm gonna take you home."

"How does it feel to be shot?"

"Don't hurt. That's what you wanna know. And how it's been? Doing OK?"

"Yeah, same thing. Nothing's changed. I'm getting more ass than a toilet seat, and Axel here, he's getting fatter than ever."

"Chevotarevich, is that a Russian name?"

"No, it's an American name."

"You okay?"

"Did you ever think life would turn out like this?"

"No."

"You wanna play games? All right, I'll play your fucking games."

"I feel a lot of distance, and I feel far away."

"You trying to look like a prince?"

"What do you mean, 'trying'?"

"Okay, what you like to call me now? What you like to call me?"

"Linda."

"When a man says no to champagne, he says no to life."

"Did you hear about the happy Roman? He was 'glad he ate her.'"

"A deer has to be taken with one shot. I try to tell people that but they don't listen."

"I hope they send us where the bullets are flyin' and the fightin's the worst, huh?"

"Fuck it."

"Well, what's it like over there? Will you tell us anything?"

"Will you marry me?"

"Yeah."

"You would? What I mean is, when we get back from...when we get back. I don't know what the hell I mean."

"What goes through your mind comes out your mouth."

"I still do not believe this. My own boy with a strange girl and not so thin, if you understand my meaning...The next thing you know, he goes to Vietnam...I do not understand, Father. I understand nothing anymore, nothing...Can you explain? Can anyone explain?"

"You marry this girl, you leave her with me, and you go with these bums to Vietnam."

"I was hoping, somehow Michael, maybe you had Nick with you...He never wrote to me, he never called me."

"You're so full of shit, you're gonna float away."

"The place is great...It's like a resort...I mean they got basketball, bowling...Princess Grace came to see us the other day."

"What do you think you are, God?"

"So, how are you, anyway?"

"I'm fine, OK. How are you?"

"Me? I'm OK. I'm fine. I go along, you know. Still workin' at the market. There's a million things to do. You sure you're all right, huh?"

"What about your wounds?"

"There's nothin', just healed. Just the usual complications, that's all."

"Oh, I'm so glad you're alive. I'm so happy. I really don't know what I feel."