30 Best Stephen Lang Quotes

Major General George E. Pickett: My boys! What's happening to my boys?

Dr. Grace Augustine: [to Selfridge] Those trees were sacred to the Omaticaya in a way you can't imagine.
Selfridge: You know what? You throw a stick in the air around here it falls on some sacred fern, for Christ's sake!
Dr. Grace Augustine: I'm not talking about pagan voodoo here - I'm talking about something REAL and measurable in the biology of the forest.
Selfridge: Which is *what* exactly?
Dr. Grace Augustine: What we think we know - is that there's some kind of electrochemical communication between the roots of the trees. Like the synapses between neurons. Each tree has ten to the fourth connections to the trees around it, and there are ten to the twelfth trees on Pandora...
Selfridge: That's a lot, I'm guessing.
Dr. Grace Augustine: That's more connections than the human brain. You get it? It's a network - a global network. And the Na'vi can access it - they can upload and download data - memories - at sites like the one you just destroyed.
Selfridge: [after a stunned pause] What the HELL have you people been smoking out there?
[beginning to laugh]
Selfridge: They're just. Goddamn. Trees.
Dr. Grace Augustine: You need to wake up, Parker. The wealth of this world isn't in the ground - it's all around us. The Na'vi know that, and they're fighting to defend it. If you wanna share this world with them, *you* need to understand *them*.
Col. Quaritch: I think we understand them just fine. Thanks to Jake here.
[Jake and Grace share a look of horror as Quaritch begins to play Jake's video log]

Major General George E. Pickett: Sirs, perhaps there are those among you who believe you are descended from a ape. I suppose there may even be those among you who believe that I am descended from a ape. But I challenge the man to step forward who believes that General Robert E. Lee is descended from a ape.
James L. Kemper: Hear, hear!
Brig. Gen. Richard B. Garnett: Not likely.

Quaritch: Where is your father?
Lo'ak: [in Na'vi] I don't speak English... to buttholes.
Quaritch: [in near-perfect Na'vi] Where is your father?

[last lines]
Billie: They say you're the man who shot him.
Charles: That's right. One of 'em.
Billie: So why are you coming here to see me? To see the damage you done?
Charles: No. I came here because he asked me to. When he went down, he said somethin'. I put my ear next to his mouth, and what I think he said was this. He said, 'Tell Billie for me: Bye bye, Blackbird.'
[Billie starts to cry as Winstead gets up to leave]

Scoresby: I'm over it. I've got quotas to meet.
Quaritch: You want to hunt? Let's hunt?
Scoresby: What? Here? Not here. There's too many villages.
Dr. Garvin: No. No, no, no. Respectfully sir. You do not understand the kindred bonds between the Tulkun and the ocean Na'vi. It would be like murdering a member of their family.
Scoresby: If we start hunting here, the hostiles will come after us.
Quaritch: Exactly. One hostile in particular

Quaritch: [going over a 3-D map] The target is pretty much this whole island group.
Scoresby: I've never been up there. You know those waters, Doc. What kind of indigenous we got?
Dr. Garvin: Uh, Metkayina mostly. Some Ta'unui, maybe 50 villages.
Quaritch: Uh, you are who?
Dr. Garvin: Oh, I'm.. Ian Garvin, marine biologist.
Quaritch: 50 villages, 100 villages, I don't care we'll search them all.
Scoresby: I hunt Tulkun. That's what I'm rigged for. That's all my guys do. I've got quotas to meet.
Quaritch: I'll be nice once, then I won't.
Scoresby: Well if you can't get out of it, get into it.

Col. Quaritch: You are not in Kansas anymore. You are on Pandora, ladies and gentlemen. Respect that fact every second of every day. If there is a Hell, you might wanna go there for some R & R after a tour on Pandora. Out there beyond that fence every living thing that crawls, flies, or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyes for jujubes. We have an indigenous population of humanoids called the Na'vi. They're fond of arrows dipped in a neurotoxin that will stop your heart in one minute - and they have bones reinforced with naturally occurring carbon fiber. They are very hard to kill. As head of security, it is my job to keep you alive. I will not succeed. Not with all of you. If you wish to survive, you need to cultivate a strong, mental aptitude. You got to obey the rules: Pandora rules. Rule number one...

James L. Kemper: [Kemper, Pickett, Garnett, and Col. Freemantle are sitting around a table playing cards, while Kemper expounds on the Confederate cause] You see, Colonel, uh... the government derives its power from the consent of the people. Every government, everywhere. Well, let me make this very plain to you, sir: we do not consent, and we will *never* consent. And what you've got to do is -
[he stands up and looks straight at Freemantle]
James L. Kemper: - you've got to go back over there to your Parliament, and you've gotta make it very plain to *them*. You've gotta tell them that what we're fighting for here is the - is the freedom from what we consider to be the rule of a foreign power! I mean, that's all we want. That's what this war is all about.
Brig. Gen. Richard B. Garnett: Jim -
[he tries to pull Kemper back into his chair]
James L. Kemper: [brushes Garnett off] No, no, no, no. Now-now, we-we established this country in the first place with very strong state governments just for that very reason. I mean, uh... let me put it to you this way: my home is in Virginia. The government of my home *is* home. Virginia would not allow itself to be ruled by... by some, uh, king over there in London. And it's not about to let itself be ruled by some president in Washington! Virginia, by God, sir, is gonna be run by *Virginians*!
Brigadier General Lewis A. Armistead: [Armistead and Longstreet are walking by and overhear this] Oh, my. "The Cause."
Major General George E. Pickett: [looks at his cards] Actually, Jimmy, I got a pair of kings.
[laughs]
James L. Kemper: [keeps plowing on] And it's all for the Yankees, the damn, money-grubbin' Yankees. I mean, those damn fools, they don't get the message! Always the darkies, nothin' but the darkies.
Major General George E. Pickett: You know, Jim... ahem. Sit down.
[he abruptly pulls Kemper back into his seat]
Major General George E. Pickett: I think that my idea, my, uh... my analogy of a gentlemen's club is-is fair enough. It's clear enough.
[he turns to Freemantle]
Major General George E. Pickett: Colonel, think on it, now. Now you suppose that we all join a club, a gentlemen's club. And then, well, after a time, several of the members began to, uh... began to *intrude* themselves into our private lives, our home lives. Began tellin' us what we could do, what we couldn't do. Well, then, wouldn't any one of us have the right to resign? I mean, just...
[he snaps his fingers]
Major General George E. Pickett: ... resign. Well, that's what we did. That's what *I* did, and now these people are tellin' us that we don't have that right to resign.
James L. Kemper: Well...
[he starts chuckling]
James L. Kemper: I gotta hand it to you, George. You certainly do have a talent for trivializin' the momentous and complicatin' the obvious. You ever considered runnin' for Congress?
Brig. Gen. Richard B. Garnett: Oooh.
Major General George E. Pickett: [laughs] It's a thought.

Spider: Okay, try this. "I See You".
Quaritch: Oe Naati Kamaeia.
Spider: Ngaati.
Quaritch: [Confused] That's what I just said, right?
Spider: Not Naati. Ngaati.
Quaritch: Ngaa. Ah, like comin' out your nose or something.

Wyatt: All right, Clanton... you called down the thunder, well now you've got it! You see that?
[pulls open his coat, revealing a badge]
Wyatt: It says United States Marshal!
Ike: [terrified, pleading] Wyatt, please, I...
Wyatt: [referring to Stilwell, laying dead] Take a good look at him, Ike... 'cause that's how you're gonna end up!
[shoves Ike down roughly with his boot]
Wyatt: The Cowboys are finished, you understand? I see a red sash, I kill the man wearin' it!
[lets Ike up to run for his life]
Wyatt: So run, you cur... RUN! Tell all the other curs the law's comin'!
[shouts]
Wyatt: You tell 'em I'M coming... and hell's coming with me, you hear?...
[louder]
Wyatt: Hell's coming with me!

Col. Abraham Biggs: Let me tell you something, Captain. Aside from losing one's mind, there is very little to do for an old Captain besides sit and whittle and whistle and wait for the postman to bring him his pension check. It would just be a damn shame for a man such as yourself, who's put in the time, to come up short in the end.
[Wilks laughs]
Captain Joseph J. Blocker: Do you have any idea who that son of a bitch is and what he's done?
Col. Abraham Biggs: I know that he was considered a very tough adversary in his day - and now he is a dying old man.
Captain Joseph J. Blocker: No, he's a butcher.
Jeremiah: Then the two of you ought to get along just fine.
Captain Joseph J. Blocker: Shut the Hell up, you fuckin' pasty-face.
[Wilks laughs]
Captain Joseph J. Blocker: You have never seen the look of war. You have no idea.
Jeremiah: No.
Captain Joseph J. Blocker: No idea what it does to a man. I've killed savages; I've killed plenty of 'em - 'cause that's my fucking job.
Jeremiah: And from what I hear, Captain, there was never a man happier in his work.
Captain Joseph J. Blocker: Look. I saw what happened to the Fourth when Yellow Hawk and his dog soldiers got done with 'em, and there wasn't a...
[Wilks laughs]
Captain Joseph J. Blocker: Don't you dare laugh. There wasn't enough left of those poor men to to fill a slop pail. Understand: when we lay our heads down out here, we're all prisoners. I hate 'em. I got a war bag of reasons to hate 'em. Skinny Figler, Edwin Tate...

Quaritch: [to his recom squad] We are not in Kansas, anymore. We are going to Pandora. Now... I know you're all asking yourselves the same question. Why so blue?
[Everyone laughs]
Quaritch: For our sins in our past life we have been brought back in the form of our enemy. That gives us their size, their strength, the speed. And with our training, that's a pretty potent mix.
Recom: Do you have a mission yet?
Quaritch: Indeed we do. Our mission is to hunt down and kill the leader of the Navi insurgency. The one they call Toruk Makto. Jake Sully.

[Armistead and Pickett are discussing the charge]
Brigadier General Lewis A. Armistead: What about Garnett?
Major General George E. Pickett: What about him?
Brigadier General Lewis A. Armistead: His leg's hurt, he's going to have to ride up that hill.
Major General George E. Pickett: Damnation!
Brigadier General Lewis A. Armistead: George, order him not to go.
Major General George E. Pickett: General Armistead! How can I do that?

Quaritch: [after discovering he's been brought back as a recombinant Na'vi] Well... ain't this a bitch.

Frank: [Stillwell and Ike are planning to ambush the Earps at the train station] That's Virgil there with the women.
Ike: He's mine, understand?
Frank: [Cocking his rifle] Hey Mattie! Where's Wyatt?
Wyatt: Right behind you, Stillwell.
[Shoots Stillwell as he turns around]

Dr. Garvin: [after the mother Tulkun is killed] the only way to reach the glands is from below, drill up through the heart palate into the brain. These are highly intelligent beings. Probably smarter than us.
Scoresby: Not smarter than me.
Dr. Garvin: That is setting the bar very low.
Scoresby: Hey, I'm the one with the harpoon.
Dr. Garvin: Yeah.
Spider: How do you know... that they're smarter than us?
Dr. Garvin: They have more neurons, more pathways. Not only are they smarter, they're deeply emotional. More spiritual.
[shows Spider a 3d scan of the tulkuns brain]
Dr. Garvin: This region here corresponds with our emotional centers, but proportionally it's much larger. They have music, philosophy, mathematics, complex language. Okay. Here we go.
Scoresby: [as a yellow liquid is extracted from the tulkuns brain] Show me the money.
Quaritch: So that's what this is all about?
Dr. Garvin: That's it. Amrita.
Scoresby: [after the amrita is extracted into a vial he takes it out] Bad luck for the big guys. This stuff just happens to stop human aging. Like.. stops it. Ounce for ounce, the single most valuable substance known to man. This little vile here is worth like 80 million.
[pretends to throw it]
Scoresby: Think fast!
Dr. Garvin: Please don't. It's never funny.
Scoresby: Amrita is what's paying for everything here on Pandora now. Even your research, ain't that right, Dr. G?
Dr. Garvin: It's why I drink.
Spider: That's all you take? y-You just waste the rest?
Scoresby: Drop the bags. Let's sink her.
Quaritch: No, leave the bags I want them to know it was us.
Scoresby: I charge extra for being used as bait.

Detective: [about a book Kaspers bought for a child] "The Wretched of the Earth." Was the bookstore out of "Charlotte's Web"?
Axel: [earnestly] Do you know the book? Can anyone know that book without being moved to take pity - to take action?
Detective: Yeah, I never step on spiders any more.

Quaritch: [in a video log from his time as a human] In case you haven't figured it out yet, you're Colonel Miles Quatrich. Only younger, taller, bluer... and not nearly as good-looking. In two years, I fly a mission against the Navi's stronghold. The powers that be thought it prudent that I do this backup just in case. And if you are watching it, well... It means that I did get my ticket punched. Hey, Parker... just what the hell am I supposed to say now?
Selfridge: Just remind him how this works. Here.
[Adjusts the video log screen for a better view and shows him a capsule]
Selfridge: So see this? This is all your memories and your personality. We're going to send this back to Earth... where you're growing in a lab as we speak. We're going to imprint you with it, and then..
Quaritch: [talking over] Hey, hey, hey. Am I doing this, or are you doing this?
Selfridge: [pats his back and walks off] Hurry it up. Hurry it up.
Quaritch: Anyway, the idea... Is to get the minds of the saltiest on world operators. Yeah, like Corporal Wainfleet over there...
[Wainfleet gets out of the pod in the video pod and strikes a pose and the recom Wainfleet while watching says Hoorah]
Quaritch: and you're humble narrator into recombinant bodies. You're a recom now, Colonel... loaded with my memories and my charm. What you won't remember is my death because it hasn't happened yet and it ain't gonna.
[Wainfleet and Z-Dog agree]
Quaritch: Well whatever happened, if you're any clone of mine, you'll be looking for some payback. And Jake Sully would be at the top of that list. Remember kid, a marine can't be defeated. Oh, you can kill us but we'll just regroup in hell. Semper fi.
[ends video log]

Axel: I'm just an agent of change.

Major General George E. Pickett: [as Armistead places the hat on the point of his sword during the last charge] That's the style, Lo! That's the style!

Terry: [while getting arrested.] What kind of country locks up its patriots?
Det. Ed Green: The same kind that gives you the right to remain silent. Exercise it.

Quaritch: Why so Blue?

Quaritch: What's your name kid?
Spider: Spider, Socorro.
Quaritch: [after a long pause, leans down] Miles?
Spider: Nobody calls me that.
Quaritch: I'll be damned. I figured they sent you back to Earth.
Spider: Can't put babies in cryo, dip shit.

[Pickett likes to wear perfume]
Lieutenant: Good Lord, George, what is that smell?
Major General George E. Pickett: That's me.
Brigadier General Lewis A. Armistead: He got it off a dead Frenchman.

Quaritch: [to his Recom squad] All right, listen up. Jake Sully has gone underground, don't matter wherever he is we'll find him and his batshit crazy wife too. To do so, we go Na'vi. Full tilt all the way. That means we eat Na'vi, we ride Na'vi, think Na'vi,
[in Na'vi language]
Quaritch: And that starts with speaking the language.
Spider: [chuckling; in Na'vi language] You call that speaking na'vi? You sound like a three-year-old.
Quaritch: Alright, smart guy. You just went from being our monkey mascot to our official interpreter.

Quaritch: [restraining a struggling] Spider Whoa, easy, tiger, easy.
[after Spider stops struggling]
Quaritch: We good? Kid, you got heart. The science pukes leaned on you pretty hard you gave them nothing. I respect that. I thought you might want this
[gives Spider his dog tags]
Quaritch: It's Colonel Miles Quatrich. Deceased. Killed in action.
[Spider tosses the dog tags away]
Quaritch: I'm not that man. But I do have his... memories. Enough to know that well he wasn't always the best father. But that is not an apology. I'm not your father. Technically, you and I, we're nothing to each other. But... I can help you. I can get you out of here. I'd never ask you to betray Jake Sully. I know you'd never do that. You're loyal, and I admire loyalty. Just ride along. Otherwise I got to give you back to the lab coats.

Curly: [takes a bill with Wyatt's signature from a customer and throws it on the faro table] Wyatt Earp, huh? I heard of you.
Ike: Listen, Mr. Kansas Law Dog. Law don't go around here. Savvy?
Wyatt: I'm retired.
Curly: Good. That's real good.
Ike: Yeah, that's good, Mr. Law Dog, 'cause law just don't go around here.
Wyatt: I heard you the first time.
[flips a card]
Wyatt: Winner to the King, five hundred dollars.
Curly: Shut up, Ike.
Johnny: [Ringo steps up to Doc] And you must be Doc Holliday.
Doc: That's the rumor.
Johnny: You retired too?
Doc: Not me. I'm in my prime.
Johnny: Yeah, you look it.
Doc: And you must be Ringo. Look, darling, Johnny Ringo. The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darling? Should I hate him?
Kate: You don't even know him.
Doc: Yes, but there's just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don't know, reminds me of... me. No. I'm sure of it, I hate him.
Wyatt: [to Ringo] He's drunk.
Doc: In vino veritas.
["In: "When I'm drinking, I speak my mind"]
Johnny: Age quod agis.
["Do: "Do what you do best"]
Doc: Credat Judaeus apella, non ego.
["The: "I don't believe drinking is what I do best."]
Johnny: [pats his gun] Eventus stultorum magister.
["Events are the teachers of fools" meaning: "Fools have to learn by experience"]
Doc: [gives a Cheshire cat smile] In pace requiescat.
["Rest: "It's your funeral!"]
Tombstone: Come on boys. We don't want any trouble in here. Not in any language.
Doc: Evidently Mr. Ringo's an educated man. Now I really hate him.

Spider: Hey.
Quaritch: Are you Scoresby?
Scoresby: Uh-huh. Are you the asshole who's commandeering my ship?
Quaritch: That would be me.

Ike: What is that now? Twelve hands in a row? Holliday, son of a bitch, nobody's that lucky.
Doc: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game Ike. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!