"I don't think I want to know a six-year-old who isn't a dreamer, or a sillyheart. And I sure don't want to know one who takes their student
career seriously. I don't have a college degree. I don't even have a job. But I know a good kid when I see one. Because they're all good kids until
dried-out braindead scags like you drag them down and convince them they're no good. You so much as scowl at my niece or any other kid in this school
and I hear about it, I'm comin' lookin' for you. Take this quarter, go downtown, and have a rat knaw that thing off your face. Good day to you
madam."
"Aye, fight and you may die. Run, and you'll live... at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin' to trade
ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but
they'll never take... OUR FREEDOM!"
"A lot of holes in the desert, and a lot of problems are buried in those holes. But you gotta do it right. I mean, you gotta have the hole already
dug before you show up with a package in the trunk. Otherwise, you're talking about a half-hour to forty-five minutes worth of digging. And who knows
who's gonna come along in that time? Pretty soon, you gotta dig a few more holes. You could be there all f****** night"
"No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes
back with a gun. And if you beat him with a gun, you better kill him, because he'll keep comin' back and back until one of you is dead."