"You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing
else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm
in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for
twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't
find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know
that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like - victory.
Someday this war is gonna end."
You have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror... Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies!
Heh I love that monologue...just to expand..
Why..? Why would a nice guy like you wanna kill a genius ?
You know that the man really likes you. He likes you, he
really likes you. He's got something in mind for you. Aren't
you curious about that ? I'm curious, I'm very curious. You
curious ?There's something happening out there, man.
You know something, man, I know something that you don't
know. That's right, jack. The man is clear in his mind, but his
soul is mad . Oh yeah. He's dying, I think. He hates all
this, he hates it! But ... the man's ... uh ... he reads poetry out
loud, alright? ... And a voice! A voice. ... He likes you because
you're still alive. He's got plans for you. Nah, nah, I'm not
going to help you, you're going to help him, man. You're going
to help him. I mean, what are they going to say, man, when he's
gone, huh? Because he dies, when it dies, man, when it
dies, he dies. What are they going to say about him? What, are
they going to say, he was a kind man, he was a wise man? He had
plans, he had wisdom? Bullshit, man! Am I going to be the one,
that's going to set them straight? Look at me: wrong! ... You!
He's wacko, man! He's worse than crazy. He's evil. It's f**kin' pagan idolatry. Look around you. Shit! He's loco... I ain't afraid of all them f**kin' skulls and altars and sh!t. I used to think if I died in an evil place, then my soul wouldn't be able to make it to Heaven. But now? F**k! I mean, I don't care where it goes, as long as it ain't here. So whaddya wanna do? I'll kill the f**k.
Do you know what the man is saying? Do you? This is dialectics.
It's very simple dialectics. One through nine, no maybes, no
supposes, no fractions -- you can't travel in space, you can't go out
into space, you know, without, like, you know, with fractions -- what
are you going to land on, one quarter, three-eighths -- what are you
going to do when you go from here to Venus or something -- that's
dialectic physics, OK? Dialectic logic is there's only love and hate, you
either love somebody or you hate them.
This is the way the f***ing world ends! Look at this f***ing shit
we're in, man! Not with a bang, with a whimper. And with a whimper,
I'm f***ing splitting, jack!
This is my new mop. George, my friend, he gave me this mop. This is a pretty good mop. It's not as good as my first mop. I miss my first mop, but this is still a good mop. Sometimes you just hafta take what life gives ya, 'cause life is like a mop and sometimes life gets full of dirt and crud and bugs and hairballs and stuff... you, you, you gotta clean it out. You, you, you gotta put it in here and rinse it off and start all over again and, and sometimes, sometimes life sticks to the floor so bad you know a mop, a mop, it's not good enough, it's not good enough. You, you gotta get down there, like, with a toothbrush, you know, and you gotta, you gotta really scrub 'cause you gotta get it off. You gotta really try to get it off. But if that doesn't work, that doesn't work, you can't give up. You gotta, you gotta stand right up. You, you gotta run to a window and say, "Hey! These floors are dirty as hell, and I'm not gonna take it any more!"