Top 50 Quotes From Marlon Brando

[first lines]
Jor: You will travel far my little Kal-El. But we will never leave you. Even in the face of our deaths. You will make my strength your own. You will see my life through your eyes as your life will be seen through mine. The son becomes the father, and the father, the - The son.

[last lines]
Kurtz: [voiceover] The horror... the horror...

Paul: It's me again.
Jeanne: It's over.
Paul: That's right. It's over and then it begins again.
Jeanne: What begins again? I don't understand anything anymore.
Paul: There's nothing to understand. We left the apartment, and now we begin and love all the rest of it.
Jeanne: The rest of it?
Paul: Yeah, listen. I'm 45. I'm a widower. I own a little hotel. It's kind of a dump, but not completely a flop house. Then I used to live on my luck and I got married, and my wife killed herself.

Don: You talk about vengeance. Is vengeance going to bring your son back to you? Or my boy to me?

Paul: [puts on her father's military hat and salutes] How do you like your hero? Over easy or sunny side up?

Johnny: [discussing his problems] I don't know what to do, Godfather. My voice is weak, it's weak. Anyway, if I had this part in the picture, it puts me right back on top, you know. But this... this man out there. He won't give it to me, the head of the studio.
Don: What's his name?
Don: Woltz. He said there's no chance, no chance...
[Meanwhile, Hagen finds Sonny and summons him]
Johnny: A month ago he bought the rights to this book, a best seller. The main character is a guy just like me. I wouldn't even have to act, just be myself. Oh, Godfather, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do...
[All of a sudden, Don Corleone rises from his chair and gives Fontane a savage shake]
Don: YOU CAN ACT LIKE A MAN!
[gives a quick slap to Fontane]
Don: What's the matter with you? Is this what you've become, a Hollywood finocchio who cries like a woman? "Oh, what do I do? What do I do?" What is that nonsense? Ridiculous!
[the Don's unexpected mimicry makes Hagen and even Fontane laugh; around this time Sonny comes in]
Don: Tell me, do you spend time with your family?
Johnny: Sure I do.
Don: Good. Because a man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man.
[gives a quick look at Sonny and affectionately embraces Fontane]
Don: You look terrible. I want you to eat, I want you to rest well. And a month from now this Hollywood big shot's gonna give you what you want.
Johnny: Too late. They start shooting in a week.
Don: I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse. Okay? I want you to leave it all to me. Go on, go back to the party.
[a gratified Fontane leaves]

Paul: I'll save the asshole for you.

Don: [to Michael] Listen, whoever comes to you with this Barzini meeting, he's the traitor. Don't forget that.

Tom: Sollozo is known as the Turk. He's supposed to be very good with a knife. But only in matters of business, or of some sort of reasonable complaint. His business is narcotics. He has the fields in Turkey, where they grow the poppy. In Sicily he has the plant to process it into heroin. He needs cash and he needs protection from the police for which he gives a piece of the action, I couldn't find out how much. The Tattaglia Family is behind him here in New York so they have to be in it for something.
Don: What about his prison record?
Tom: Two terms, one in Italy, and one here. He's known as a top narcotics man.
Don: Santino, what do you think?
Sonny: There's a lot of money in that white powder.
Don: Tom?
Tom: Well, I say yes. There is more money potential in narcotics than anything else we're looking at now. If we don't get into it, somebody else will, maybe one of the Five Families, maybe all of them. And with the money they earn they'll be able to buy more police and political power. Then they come after us. Right now we have the unions and we have the gambling and those are the best things to have. But narcotics is a thing of the future. If we don't get a piece of that action we risk everything we have. Not now, but ten years from now.
Sonny: Well, what's your answer gonna be, Pop?

Don: Oh, I want you to arrange to have a telephone man check all the calls going in and out of here because it could be anyone...
Michael: I did that already, Pop. I took care of that.
Don: Oh, that's right. I forgot.
Michael: What's the matter? What's bothering you? I'll handle it. I told you I can handle it, I'll handle it.
[the Don rises as if to leave, but changes his mind midway and seats himself closer to Michael]
Don: I knew Santino was going to have to go through all this and Fredo... well, Fredo was... But I, I never wanted this for you. I work my whole life, I don't apologize, to take care of my family. And I refused to be a fool dancing on the strings held by all of those big shots. That's my life, I don't apologize for that. But I always thought that when it was your time, that you would be the one to hold the strings. Senator Corleone, Governor Corleone, something.
Michael: Another pezzonovante.
Don: Well, there wasn't enough time, Michael. There just wasn't enough time.
Michael: We'll get there, Pop. We'll get there.
[the Don kisses his son on the forehead]

Paul: Put your fingers up my ass. Are you deaf? Go on. I'm gonna get a pig. And I'm gonna have the pig fuck you. And I want the pig to vomit in your face. Then I want you to swallow the vomit. Are you gonna do that for me?
Jeanne: Yes! Yeah!
Paul: I want the pig to die while you're fucking him. Then you have to go behind it. I want you to smell the dying farts of the pig. Are you gonna do all of that for me?

Paul: Anyway, to make a long, dull story even duller, I come from a time when a guy like me used to come into a joint like this and pick up a young chick like you and... call her a 'bimbo'.

Kurtz: 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, everything you saw, because there's nothing that I detest more than the stench of lies. And if you understand me, Willard, you will do this for me.

Kurtz: [Kurtz dictates to tape] They train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders won't allow them to write 'fuck' on their airplanes because it is obscene.

Don: Call Bonasera. We need him now.
[Tom Hagen calls Amerigo Bonasera]
Tom: [on the phone] This is Tom Hagen, calling for Vito Corleone at his request. Now, you owe your Don a service. He has no doubt that you will repay him. In one hour he will be at your funeral parlor to ask for your help. Be there to greet him.
[as ordered, a nervous Bonasera meets the Don at his parlor]
Don: Well, my friend, are you ready to do me this service?
Bonasera: Yes. What do you want me to do?
[the two walk into the embalming room, where a corpse lies on a table...]
Don: [staring at the table] I want you to use all your powers, and all your skills. I don't want his mother to see him this way.
[he draws back the sheet to reveal, to a horrified Bonasera, the bullet-smashed face of Sonny Corleone]
Don: [breaking down for a moment] Look how they massacred my boy...

Paul: [Paul roughs up a john] Get the fuck out of here! FAGGOT!

Jeanne: Let's drink a toast to our life in the hotel.
Paul: No fuck all that! Hey listen! Let's drink a toast to our life in the country.
Jeanne: You're a nature lover? You didn't tell me that.
Paul: Oh, for christ sake... I'm nature boy. Can't you see me with the cows and the chickenshit all over me? Huh?
Jeanne: Oh, that's right. To the cows!
Paul: Cow.
Jeanne: I will be your cow too.
Paul: I get to milk you twice a day. How about that?

Paul: [as a frustrated Jeanne reaches down his pants in the dance hall] Listen, that's not a subway strap, that's me cock!

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.

Paul: Well, first you have to take a hot bath and if you don't you're gonna get pneumonia. Right?... and then you know what happens? You get pneumonia... and then you know what happens? You die! And then, you know what happens then when you die? I get to fuck the dead rat!

[as Jor-El is preparing to send his son to Earth before the destruction of Krypton, Lara enters the room with the infant, Kal-El]
Lara: Have you finished?
Jor: Nearly. It's the only answer, Lara. If he remains here with us... he will die as surely as we will.
Lara: But why Earth, Jor-El? They're primitives, thousands of years behind us.
Jor: He will need that advantage to survive. Their atmosphere will... sustain him.
[He looks at his son and walks over to the area where the ship that will carry Kal-El lies. There are information crystals placed in slots on the edges]
Lara: He will defy their gravity.
Jor: He will look like one of them.
Lara: He won't *be* one of them.
Jor: No. His dense molecular structure will make him strong.
Lara: He'll be odd. Different.
Jor: He'll be fast. Virtually invulnerable.
Lara: Isolated. Alone.
Jor: He will not be alone.
[He holds up a clear crystal and takes a long look at it]
Jor: He will never be alone.
[He places it in one of the slots along with the other crystals in the ship]

Jeanne: What are we doing here?
Paul: Let's just say we're taking a flying fuck at a rolling donut.

Jor: You will travel far, my little Kal-El, but we will never leave you-even in the face of our deaths. You will make my strength your own. You will see my life through your eyes, as your life will be seen through mine. The son becomes the father. And the father, the son.

Jeanne: Why do you hate women?
Paul: Because either they always pretend to know who I am, or they pretend I don't know who they are, and that's very boring.

[first lines]
Paul: [with his hands over his ears at the overwhelming sound of a passing train] Fucking GOD!

Jor: It is forbidden for you to interfere with human history. Rather, let your leadership stir others to.

Paul: No, you're alone. You're all alone. And you won't be able to be free of that feeling of being alone until you look death right in the face. I mean that sounds like bullshit. Some romantic crap. Until you go right up into the ass of death. Right up in his ass. 'Til you find the womb of fear.

Don: You talk about vengeance. Is vengeance going to bring your son back to you, or my boy to me? I forgo the vengeance of my son. But I have selfish reasons. My youngest son was forced to leave this country because of this Sollozzo business. All right, now I have to make arrangements to bring him back here safely cleared of all these false charges. But I'm a superstitious man, and if some unlucky accident should befall him... if he should be shot in the head by a police officer, or if he should hang himself in his jail cell, or if he's struck by a bolt of lightning, then I'm going to blame some of the people in this room, and that I do not forgive. But, that aside, let me say that I swear, on the souls of my grandchildren, that I will not be the one to break the peace we have made here today.

Tessio: Barzini's people chisle my territory and we do nothing about it. Pretty soon there won't be anyplace in Brooklyn that I can hang my hat.
Michael: Try and be patient.
Clemenza: I'm not asking for help, Mike, just take off the handcuffs.
Michael: Be patient.
Clemenza: We gotta protect ourselves. At least give me the chance to recruit some new men.
Michael: No. I don't want to give Barzini any excuse to start fighting.
Tessio: Mike, you're wrong.
Clemenza: Don Corleone, you once said the day would come when me and Tessio could form our own families. Until today I would never think of such a thing but now I must ask your permission.
Don: Well, Michael's head of the family now and if give his permission then you have my blessing.
Michael: After we make the move to Nevada you can break off from the Corleone Family and go off on your own. After we make the move to Nevada.
Clemenza: How long will that take?
Michael: Six months.
Tessio: Forgive me, Godfather, but with you gone me and Pete will come under Barzini's thumb sooner or later.
Clemenza: And I hate that Goddamn Barzini. In six months time there won't be nothin' left to build on.
Don: Do you have faith in my judgement?
Clemenza: Yes.
Don: Do I have your loyalty?
Clemenza: Yes, always Godfather.
Don: Then be a friend to Michael. Do as he says.
Michael: There are negotiations being made that are going to answer all of your questions and solve all of your problems. That's all I can tell you right now. Carlo, you grew up in Nevada. When we make our move there you're going to be my right hand man. Tom Hagen is no longer Consigliari. He's going to be our lawyer in Vegas. That's no reflection on Tom it's just the way I want it. Besides, if I ever help who's a better Consigliari than my father. That's it.
[Everyone except Hagen leaves]
Tom: Mike, why am I out?
Michael: You're not a wartime Consigliari, Tom. Things could get rough with the move we're making.
Don: Tom, I advised Michael. I never thought you were a bad Consigliari. I thought Santino was a bad Don, rest in peace. Michael has all my confidence as do you. But there are reasons why you must have nothing to do with what's going to happen.
Tom: Maybe I could help.
Michael: You're out, Tom.

Jor: [Superman is remembering Jor-El's last message to him from the first film] Live as one of them, Kal-El, to discover where your strength and your power are needed. Always hold in your heart the pride of your special heritage. They can be a great people, Kal-El, they wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way. For this reason above all, their capacity for good, I have sent them you... my only son.

Kurtz: Have you ever considered any real freedoms? Freedoms from the opinion of others... even the opinions of yourself?

Don: I hope you don't mind the way I keep going over this Barzini business.
Michael: No, not at all.
Don: It's an old habit. I spent my whole life trying not to be careless. Women and children can afford to be careless, but not men.

Kurtz: What do you call it when the assassins accuse the assassin? A lie. A lie and we have to be merciful.

Paul: You ran through Africa and Asia and Indonesia, and now I found you... and I love you. I want to know your name.
Jeanne: Jeanne.
[she shoots him]

Jeanne: Why don't you go back in America?
Paul: I don't know, bad memories, I guess.

Paul: I'm going to get yoooooooou! Bimboooooo!

Paul: Even if a husband lives two hundred fucking years, he'll never discover his wife's true nature. I may be able to understand the secrets of the universe, but... I'll never understand the truth about you. Never.

Paul: [opens the door and sees his dead wife laying on a bed of purple flowers in a dark bedroom lit only by a dim table lamp]
Paul: You look ridiculous in that make-up. Like the caricature of a whore...

Paul: [to Jeanne, while preparing to sodomize her] I'll show you this family's secrets!

Paul: Go, get the butter.

[alone at his dead wife's bedside during her wake]
Paul: Our marriage was nothing more than a foxhole for you. And all it took for you to get out was a 35-cent razor and a tub full of water. You cheap goddamn fucking godforsaken whore, I hope you rot in hell. You're worse than the dirtiest street pig anybody could ever find anywhere, and you know why? You know why? Because you lied. You lied to me and I trusted you.
[gradually starts losing his composure]
Paul: You lied and you knew you were lying. Go on, tell me you didn't lie. Haven't you got anything to say about that? You can think up something, can't you? Go on, tell me something! Go on, smile, you cunt!
[starts crying noticeably]
Paul: Go on, tell me... tell me something sweet. Smile at me and say I just misunderstood. Go on, tell me. You pig-fucker... you goddamn, fucking, pig-fucking liar.

[as Clark discovers his heritage, this is his father's final message to him]
Jor: Live as one of them, Kal-El, to discover where your strength and your power are needed. But always hold in your heart the pride of your special heritage. They can be a great people, Kal-El, they wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way. For this reason above all, their capacity for good, I have sent them you... my only son.

Paul: I could dance forever! Oh, my hemorrhoid.

[at midnight, Don Corleone walks into his office and finds Tom Hagen taking a drink]
Don: Give me a drop.
[Hagen hands the Don his glass of anisette]
Don: My wife is crying upstairs. I hear cars coming to the house. Consigliore of mine, I think it's time you told your Don what everyone seems to know.
Tom: I didn't tell Mama anything. I was just about to come up and wake you so that I could tell you.
Don: But you needed a drink first.
[Hagen nods]
Don: And now you've had your drink.
Tom: They shot Sonny on the causeway. He's dead.
[the Don accepts this news without any sign of emotion, except to close his eyes and remain silent for a few minutes]
Don: [speaking at last] I want no inquiries made. I want no acts of vengeance. I want you to arrange a meeting with the heads of the Five Families. This war stops now.

Paul: You know in 15 years, you're going to be playing soccer with your tits. What do you think of that?

Jor: [in the Fortress of Solitude] You... enjoyed it.
Superman: I don't know what to say, Father. I'm afraid I just got carried away.
Jor: I anticipated this, my son. I...
Superman: [surprised] You couldn't have! You couldn't have imagined...
Jor: ...How good it felt.
[Clark nods]
Jor: You are revealed to the world. Very well, so be it. But you must still keep your secret identity.
Superman: But why?
Jor: The reasons are two. First, you cannot serve humanity twenty-eight hours a day.
Superman: Twenty-four.
Jor: Or twenty-four, as it is in Earth time. Your help would be called for endlessly, even for those problems which human beings could solve themselves. It is their habit to abuse their resources in such a way.
Superman: And, secondly?
Jor: Secondly, your enemies will discover their only way to hurt you: by hurting the people you care for.
Superman: Thank you, Father.
Jor: Lastly... Do not punish yourself for your feelings of vanity. Simply learn to control them. It is an affliction common to all, even on Krypton. Our destruction could have been avoided had it not been for the vanity of some who considered us indestructible. Were it not for vanity, why... at this very moment...
[sadly]
Jor: I could embrace you in my arms. My son.
[Kal-El reaches yearningly toward his father's image; Jor-El fades, leaving Kal-El alone]

[Paul and Jeanne are talking in bed about Jeanne's past experiences with men]
Paul: You started grabbing his joint?
Jeanne: Your crazy!
Paul: Well, he touched you, didn't he?
Jeanne: I never let him! Never!
Paul: Ugh! Liar, liar, pants on fire, nose as long as a telephone wire.
[slight pause]
Paul: You mean to tell me he didn't touch you? Look at me straight in the face and say, 'He didn't touch me.'
Jeanne: No, he touched me, but the way he did it.
Paul: Aha! The *way* he did it.

Tom: When I meet with Tattaglia's men, should I insist all their drug middlemen have clean records?
Don: Mention it, don't insist. But Barzini will know that without being told.
Tom: You mean Tattaglia...
Don: Tattaglia is a pimp. He never could have outfought Santino. But I didn't know until this day that it was Barzini all along.

[first: General Zod and his minions are on trial. Jor-El states the accusations]
Jor: This is no fantasy, no careless product of wild imagination. No, my good friends. These indictments I have brought you today, specific charges listed herein against the individuals - their acts of treason, their ultimate aim of sedition... These are matters of undeniable fact. I ask you now to pronounce judgement on those accused...
[Jor-El approaches the accused and indicates Non]
Jor: On this... this mindless aberration, whose only means of expression are wanton violence and destruction.
[Jor-El indicates Ursa]
Jor: On the woman Ursa, whose perversions and unreasoning hatred of all mankind have threatened even the children of the planet Krypton.
[Jor-El indicates Zod]
Jor: Finally, General Zod - once trusted by this council, charged with maintaining the defense of the planet Krypton itself. Chief architect of this intended revolution, and author of this insidious plot to establish a new order amongst us - with himself as absolute ruler.
[pause]
Jor: You have heard the evidence. The decision of the council will now be made.
[all members of the Council announce "Guilty!"]
General: The vote must be unanimous, Jor-El. It has therefore now become your decision. You alone will condemn us, if you wish, and you alone will be held responsible by me.
[pause]
General: Join us.
[wordlessly, Jor-El turns and walks off]
General: You have been known to disagree with the council before. Yours could become an important voice in the new order, second only to my own! I offer you a chance for greatness, Jor-El! Take it! Join us!
[Jor-El doesn't even look back]
Jor: [DELETED LINE, mostly to himself] I've seen the likes of your new order, too many times before. And I know only too much about what you call "greatness".
General: You *will* bow down before me, Jor-El! I swear it! No matter if it takes an eternity,
[voice rising to a shout]
General: you *will* bow down before me! Both you and, one day, *your heirs!*
Ursa: [All three criminals are imprisoned within the Phantom Zone] Forgive me...!
General: I shall return...!

[alone at his dead wife's bedside during her wake]
Paul: [sobbing] Rosa... I'm sorry, I... I just - I can't stand it to see these goddamn things on your face!
[peels off her fake eyelashes]
Paul: You never wore make-up... this fucking shit.
[wipes off her lipstick with a flower petal]
Paul: I'm gonna take this off your mouth, this - this lipstick...
[falls over her, sobbing uncontrollably]
Paul: Rosa - oh GOD! I'm sorry! I - I don't know why you did it! I'd do it too, if I knew how... I just *don't know how*... I have to... have to find a way...