Cole Quotes in Kong: Skull Island (2017)

Mills: We just got taken down by a monkey the size of a building!

Cole: Yeah. That was an unconventional encounter.

Charlie Conway: [after Cole steals Charlie's lunch] Aww. C'mon, my mommy made me brownies

Fulton: Yeah, fresh warm ones.

Rick: It's too bad about your bash brother, I heard he was too scared to leave home.

Fulton: Portman ain't scared of nothin'.

Cole: Eww, what the hell kind of brownies are these?

Charlie Conway: I gotta tell her to stop using horse turds in the recipe.

[a pig's head has been served for dinner. Mason takes a sip of wine]

Wolfe Sr.: What do you think?

Jack Mason: It's alright. I like this. This is good!

Wolfe Sr.: Four-fifty a bottle.

Jack Mason: Four dollars fifty cents, I should be drinkin' this shit a *long* time ago!

Wolfe Sr.: Four hundred and fifty dollars!

[Mason spits out the wine in amazement]

Wolfe Sr.: Don't waste it!

[They all laugh]

Jack Mason: I could live off that for three months!

Cole: Well, you don't want to drink too much, anyway, 'cause you don't wanna be slow tomorrow!

Wolfe Sr.: No, indeed.

[Doc turns the pig's head toward Mason while making squealing noises]

Doc Hawkins: You are missing the best part, Mr. Mason. When you're eating the flesh of the pig... look into his little beady eyes. That way you will be devouring his soul.

Burns: Doc, sometimes you even scare *me*!

Doc Hawkins: Good.

[smiles deviously]

Cole: Stevie Wonder could follow these tracks!

Cole: You know why we're gonna find you, Mason? Cause I can smell your stinkin' ass from here.

Cole: The only thing I miss up here is a sport page. I'm so used getting up, having my morning coffee and opening up the sport page.

Burns: I don't read newspapers anymore. They're like a mirror of the world's ugliness. I like beautiful things.

Doc Hawkins: [Doc gets up very enthusiastically] I'm ready to go. Let's go

Burns: Relax, Doc, digest your food.

Doc Hawkins: Wasting time.

Burns: We gotta give him some more time.

Doc Hawkins: No.

Burns: Think of this as foreplay.

Doc Hawkins: Nevermind foreplay, I'm talking about...

[Sharply interrupted]

Burns: Doc, Prince Henry Stout. Remember the rules.

Doc Hawkins: I feel something special about this.

Burns: It's gonna be so much more special when you finally kill him. Derek, eat some of those eggs, they'll make you feel better.

Doc Hawkins: Eat, eat.

Derek Wolfe Jr: [Shockingly depressive] I'm not hungry.

John Griffin: Big one?

Derek Wolfe Jr: I said I'm not hungry.

John Griffin: [Griffith stands up and changes his plate with Derek's and Derek gets out of the table] Well, terrific. I'll tell you what let's switch around here.

Burns: I hope this is not gonna be a problem?

Wolfe Sr.: It won't be.

Derek Wolfe Jr: [Wolfe Sr. comes to terrified Derek] No.

Wolfe Sr.: You'll be okay.

Derek Wolfe Jr: No, I can't do this.

Wolfe Sr.: Yes, you can. I got a thousand dollars is my son will draw first blood. One, two, three. You've just made yourself three thousand dollars, Derek.

Cole: Man, I've been through rough times.

Jack Mason: Like what? Your Jacuzzi broke?

Cole: I'll be back.

Dollars: So who are you going to kill next, Mr. Ninja?

Cole: My friend, a ninja doesn't kill. He eliminates and only for defensive purposes.

Cole: Ma'am, do me a favor, turn around and cover your eyes.

Woman: Why?

Cole: Cuz I'm gonna shoot this man and I don't think you wanna see it.

[Woman turns]

Cole: Thank you.

Cole: Why the hell aren't we the "Younger-James" gang? I mean we got three Younger brothers and two James brothers.

Jim: Well, I kinda like the sound of the "James-Younger" gang.

Cole: Hey Jim, I'll beat the piss out of you right now, now stay out of this.

Bob: Oh, Jimmy's got a point, Cole. The "Younger-James" gang is confusing.

Cole: How's that, Bob?

Bob: Well, say we burst into a bank and we go, "We're the Younger-James gang!" Now people are gonna be thinkin', "The younger James gang? Is there an older James gang? How come we never heard of the older James gang?" So people are tryin' to figure that out instead of raisin' their arms.

Frank: "From women's eyes this doctrine I derive, they sparkle still the right Promethean fire. They are the books, the arts, the acedemes that show, contain and nourish all the world."

Cole: Well, I don't know what it is that you just said, but it sounded real nice.

Frank: That's Shakespeare. Now *he's* European.

Captain Malcolm: Get me the James boy!

Tom: What, Jesse?

Captain Malcolm: No, not Jesse! I want the one that can shoot!

Tom, Cole, Bob: FRANK!

Jesse James: Let's go home, back to our farms.

Cole: Platin' corn, harvesting corn... and eatin' corn.

Bob: The corn gonna shoot at me?

Cole: Nope.

Bob: Then I love it.

Cole: You tell anyone I said this, I'll have to kill you, cause everyone knows I'm the toughest man in this town. But you are one terrifying son of a bitch with them guns.

Cole: All right, ranchers, let's ride!

Bob: Now I would sound just stupid sayin' something like that.

Cole: Sadie was a beautiful woman, Sadie was not a man!

Jesse James: She had a mustache, a nice mustache.

Frank: I think she had more than a mustache!

Cole: Well, she was European.

[first lines]

Cole: Gatling! They got a Gatling gun!

Bob: Goddamn it Cole, this stopped bein' fun about two years ago!

[during the gang's first robbery without Jesse]

Teller: Where's Jesse James?

Cole: This here's the Younger gang, you understand? The Younger gang!

Man: But the Youngers ride with Jesse James.

Bob: Hey! You wanna die?

Jesse James: Hands off your hip, Cole.

Cole: Ain't scared are ya, Jesse?

Jesse James: Pick your fights, cousin, you taught me that.

Cole: Some Indian tracker you turned out to be, Tom.

Comanche Tom: You paid me to find you Bluecoats, there they are.

Cole: [about Frank] Just because he reads all them books and he knows all them big words don't make him smart!

Bob: Uh, yeah it does.

Cole: Where you been buddy?

Jesse James: What's going on?

Cole: Well, nothin' really.

Rollin H Parker: Howdy folks, how are you today.

Cole: Howdy?

Jesse James: Yeah, easterners.

Cole: WHOO! Goddamn, boy! When we get back to Missouri, I'ma' tell all them little gals 'bout how little Jesse James charged the whole Union army by hisself!

General: Hey Cole, he keeps that up and he's liable to outrank you soon!

Cole: Well, but I'll still be better lookin', won't I?

Cole: I'm the better soldier, Jesse!

Jesse James: And I'm the better outlaw!

Jimmy: You both hate the railroad, that's all that matters!

Cole: The one time that one of us comes up with an idea...

Jesse James: A *bad* idea.

Cole: Hey, I got us through the war all right.

Jesse James: And nearly got hanged in peacetime.

[after Jimmy gets shot]

Cole: Bob, get me some bandages.

Jesse James: And some whiskey, Bob.

Jimmy: Too young for whiskey.

Jesse James: I think this time we'll make an exception, Jim.

Bob: They arrested Jesse! What have you done?

Cole: What's that, Bob?

Bob: What have you done, Cole?

Cole: I ain't done nothing, Bob.

Bob: Swear it.

[points his gun at Jesse]

Bob: Swear on Jimmy's grave.

Tom: Bob, you know Cole would never do such a thing. He and Jesse are best friends, cousins, blood brothers. Bob...

Bob: [lowers his gun] Sorry, Cole.

[walks away]

Tom: If I find out you had anything to do with what happened to Jesse... I'll kill you myself.

Lt. Grafton: Well, this is the end of Devil Five- O - Five. Say goodbye, asshole! Eject, eject, eject!

Cole: Goodbye Asshole!

Cole: [Cole and Grafton punch out]

Court-Martial Captain: You took an oath, Mr. Cole. You, too, Mr. Grafton. You took an oath to defend the constitution and obey the orders of the officers appointed over you. It's the same oath that every officer in the navy has taken for damn near 200 years. And during all that time, the military has obeyed the civilian elected government. Now, they might not have always been right, or wise... or even smart, but they were elected. Any other way and the United States would be nothing more than another two-bit military dictatorship.

Admiral: Why did you do this, Cole? An officer with your fine record? Did you think you were going to win the war?

Cole: Frankly, sir, I think we're going to lose this one. But I do love the work.

Court-Martial Captain: Mr. Cole, you may find that amusing, but we don't. Gentlemen, this is our country you're messing with. Well, Mr. Grafton, you have an attentive audience here. Perhaps you can explain to us why you thought a one-plane war was the way to go.

Lt. Jake Grafton: Well, sir, we bomb worthless targets night after night - I mean, three tents under a tree... sampan repair yards that have been hit ten times already. Sir, you know the list better than I do. My first bombardier and 50,000 other Americans are dead and... can anyone tell me why? I realize that I'm Lieutenant Nobody. I'm... I'm not really sure about anything anymore. This war's become very confusing. Nobody... nobody wants to fight in it. Nobody seems to want to win it. Maybe it never should have happened, but people do die in it. Maybe for me, it got personal, because I do know the difference between dying for something and dying for nothing. I know that's no excuse. I... I know that. And I broke the faith, and for that, I am truly wrong. Perhaps I should hang.

Court-Martial Captain: Hanging, Mr. Grafton, is no longer a punishment much in use. But a prison term in Leavenworth is, or a dishonorable discharge if a court-martial should so decide. But whatever happens,I think it's safe to say that your career in the navy is over. The only question's how.

Cole: Do it, Sandy.

Cole: I'd do it for you.

Extreme Sports Punk #1: Dude, that was SO not extreme!

Cole: I know, Extreme Sports Punk Number One...

Cole: EXTREME KAYAKING!

Cole: Let's go get some fuckin' Mountain Dew.

Bart: Hell, I drove up from Dallas one time. That's 850 miles, I done that in eight hours.

David Grant: That's, like, over 100 miles an hour.

Cole: Oh, Bart was movin'.

Bart: So, you got any other cars?

David Grant: No. Just that one.

Bart: What's the engine?

David Grant: It's uh... four cylinder?

Bart: Yeah. But, what size?

David Grant: Oh, I don't really know.

Cole: What's your brother drive?

David Grant: Who, Ross?

Cole: Yeah, what does he drive?

David Grant: Ross has a Kia Rondo and Marcy has a Nissan Pathfinder. She carts the kids around a lot.

Bart: So, you all got Jap cars?

David Grant: Actually, Kia is Korean.

Cole: [to strip club patrons] Nothing comes out of your pants except tips for the girls.

Cole: Hey, you think this is a good idea? I mean, wasn't that bitch dead a minute ago?

Ian: Fuck it. What's the worse that can happen?

Zoe: Do you, uh, think I'm violent with you? Closed off? Defensive?

Cole: Sometimes.

Zoe: But you're here.

Cole: Yeah, I am. I am here.

Zoe: And I judge you for what you do.

Cole: That's not my problem.

Zoe: Well, it kind of is.

Cole: No, no, actually, it's - that's your problem.

Zoe: Ah, you smoke too. Could you have any less respect for life?

Cole: Is now a good time to tell you I hunt?

Cole: See, cattle from small grass farms are essentially solar powered. They spread the seed, then they fertilize it with their manure, so it's a closed system as nature intended.

Zoe: Okay, but you're still killing a helpless animal.

Cole: Okay, first of all, I don't actually kill the cows, they typically come per-slaughtered.

Zoe: That's right, you merely dismember them.

Cole: A second of all, have you seen a cow? I mean, I'm pretty sure I'd lose in hand-to-hand combat.

Jake: [interrupting] Hand-to-hoof.

Zoe: Hey, Jakes's not helping...

Cole: I'm documenting this for our ancestors.

Zoe: You mean descendants.

Diane: What do you recommend?

Cole: We've been moving a lot of lamb lately.

Zoe: Lamb... could you pick on a more defenseless animal?

Cole: [to Diane] Can I interest you in some veal?

Cole: Thank God you're home.

Dennis: Thanks to Mufasa here, it's now a Tunisian hut.

Taylor: Why do I even try?

Dennis: [Cole and Kevin are making out behind the bleachers] Cole...

Cole: [holds finger up as they continue making out]

Dennis: You're up in 2.

Cole: Oh. Thanks Den.

[leaves]

Dennis: [approaches Kevin] Hey.

Kevin: Hey.

Dennis: So, still deciding if you're gay?

Cole: Is there a sentence that you don't start with "as a person in a long-term relationship"?

Taylor: It speaks on my authority, in matters of the heart.

Cole: It speaks of your boyfriend's insanity!

Cole: So, how do you and Benji know each other?

Kevin: We fold jeans at Structure.

Cole: Last time I use an audition monologue to break-up with somebody.

Cole: The one time you bastards actually keep a secret is the one time it matters. Now I feel like shit.

Howie: I think that's a scientific impossibility.

Cole: You and me in the parking lot, mano a mano.

Justin Schumacher: You had mono? Well, I was in a coma.

Cole: Gloucester, we are talking about breaking the law here. I just want to make sure you understand that. No one is going to get hurt, but the law is going to be broken.

Hebbing: Laws are made to be broken, aren't they?

Cole: Fred, your son and some of his friends are a part of this problem.

Fred Willat: My son and his friends are a part of this goddamn town!

Cole: [Carl comes in bruised up] Freddy, Freddy, let Sandra handle it, that's what mothers are for!

Fred Willat: But my son's all bloodied up, he's all beat the hell up!

Cole: So when you guys jerk each other off, do you take turns or is it a simultaneous thing?

Sophie: Hey, you know, this party is looking a little stiff, Cole.

Cole: So what are you saying? I need to amp it up?

Sophie: You can try, but this crowd doesn't dance before Midnight.

Cole: Okay. Rocking a party, step one. So it's the DJ's job to get the crowd out of their heads, and into their bodies. So in order to do that, you need, at the very least a caveman's sense of rhythm, a cursory knowledge of mathematics, and the broad strokes of ninth grade biology. For example, the baseline controls this region of the body right here.

[Buttocks, thighs, and navel region shown]

Cole: The most important region.

[Sophie rolls her eyes]

Cole: There is always going to be resistance so you gotta be patient. Look for that one person who's not afraid to just go for it.

[Sophie backs rhythmically into the the dance floor area of resistance]

Cole: Next you want to zero in on their heartbeats. I like to start'em off at about 120 beats per minute. That's equivalent to the heartbeat of a long-distant runner. You see BPM is the name of the game. It governs how your body moves. For example, reggae is slow, about 60 BPM. Dubstep is actually 140 BPM cut to half speed. It ends up being about 70 BPM. House is around 110 to 130 BPM. Then there is hardcore. Not sure how you dance to that. Once you've locked on to their heart rate, you start bringing them up song by song. There's a popular myth that 128 beats per minute is the rate that synergizes most with your heartbeat. That's the magic number. Once you've gotten your crowd there, you're controlling their entire circulatory system.

Cole: James ?

James: Mmh ?

Cole: This painting is alive.

James: No. It's just the PCP talking.

Cole: [narration, last lines] These days, you can invent an app, start a blog, sell shit online. But if you're a DJ, you're gonna need to star with one track. And if it's real enough... and honest enough... And if it's made of everything that's made you... where you come from... who you knew... your history... then you may have a chance a connecting with everyone else. And maybe that's your ticket. To everything. Don't fuck with me, I'm in a good mood. I'm here to inquire about a free piece of pie that was advertised. Oh, well, I believe that offer's only on Thursdays? But I mean... I could make an exception, I guess. This is the best part. The best part of anything really. It's the moment before it starts.

Mississippi: [examining J.P.'s leg after he's been shot] I gotta cut this pant leg.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Well, go ahead and cut it! Have you got a kni...

[Mississippi pulls out his knife from its hiding place on his back]

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: A knife? Uh, I suppose I've asked this before, but just who?

[looks at Cole instead]

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Who is he?

Cole: Tell him your name, Mississippi.

Mississippi: [sighs and looks up] Alan Bourdillion Trehearne.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Well, no wonder he carries a knife.

Mississippi: [while mixing some hangover cure] Let's see. We got ipecac and mustard and cayenne. That leaves us asafetida.

Cole: Are you sure that Johnny Diamond wasn't an embalmer?

Cole: Now just a minute, son.

Mississippi: I... AM NOT... YOUR SON. My name is Alan Bourdillion Traherne.

Cole: ...Lord Almighty...

Mississippi: Yeah.

Bull Harris: [about Cole and Mississippi going on patrol] If you're gonna do that, here's a couple of badges.

[gives them to Cole and Mississippi]

Bull Harris: Now, raise your right hand.

[they do as told]

Bull Harris: I forgot the words, but you better say 'I do'!

Cole, Mississippi: I do!

Bull Harris: Now you're deputies!

Mississippi: You suppose these will do any good if somebody takes a shot at us?

Bull Harris: Give them a good mark to shoot at.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: What the hell are you doin' here?

Cole: I'm lookin' at a tin star with a... drunk pinned on it.

Cole: Did you get him?

Mississippi: Who?

Cole: The fella that ran outta the church!

Mississippi: Well, yes and no.

Cole: Yes and no? Did you or didn't you?

Mississippi: I hit the sign, and the sign hit him.

Cole: Well, that's great.

Mississippi: He was limping when he left!

Cole: He was limping when he got here!

Bart Jason: [Thornton is trying to distract McLeod outside of Jason's saloon] Didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Thornton.

Cole: Hello, McLeod.

Bart Jason: I said...

Nelse McLeod: My show, Jason. Hi, Thornton.

Cole: There's a little question... unanswered between us.

Nelse McLeod: Which one of us is best?

Cole: That's right.

Nelse McLeod: I don't think we're gonna find out the answer to that question.

Cole: No?

Nelse McLeod: No. Your gun hand's no good.

Cole: You just give me time to get down off of this wagon and we'll find out.

Nelse McLeod: Why should I give you any time?

Cole: Call it professional courtesy.

Bart Jason: Don't listen to him. Why should you give him time?

Nelse McLeod: Curiosity, Jason.

Cole: [Bull blows his bugle, and when McLeod around, Thornton dives of the wagon and mortally wounds McLeod with a hidden gun] McLeod?

Nelse McLeod: You didn't give me any chance at all, did you?

Cole: No, I didn't. You're too good to give a chance to.

Nelse McLeod: Yeah. I let a one-armed man take me.

Cole: Either one of ya know a fast way to sober a man up?

Bull Harris: A bunch of howlin' indians out for hair'll do it quicker'n anything I know.

Bull Harris: [while mixing the hangover cure] Here's your gunpowder.

Cole: *Gunpowder?*

Bull Harris: Yup. Mississippi remembered it on the way to the store.

Mississippi: Put it in, Bull.

Bull Harris: All of it?

Mississippi: Uh-huh, all of it.

Cole: I hope you don't... blow him up!

Bull Harris: [Cole gets ready to punch J.P] Cole! He won't feel it.

Cole: Well I owe him one.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Cole they laughed at me. Right in front of McLeod, they just laughed at me.

Cole: They've been laughing at you... for a couple of months. You just haven't being sober enough to hear it.

Cole: What was the idea of diving under those horses?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Diving under those horses?

Mississippi: Yeah. A man can't shoot good when his horse is jumping, and a horse will not step on a man.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: He won't?

Mississippi: He will?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Alan Bourdillion Ter-who?

Cole: Terhane.

Mississippi: Trahearne!

Cole: [with Hara] Trahearne.

Mississippi: Yeah.

Cole: Step down off that horse.

Mississippi: You always giving people orders?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: You know something Cole, I think we'd better get ourselves a new girl.

Cole: Yeah.

Maudie: You'd better not.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Why not?

Maudie: I'm girl enough for both of you.

Cole: Sheriff, you... you alright?

[Sees J.P's face]

Cole: No you ain't.

Cole: Where is Mississippi?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Who is Mississippi?

Cole: Well that's the kid... fella that was around with us all night.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Where is he?

Cole: That's what I was asking Bull.

Bull Harris: Across the street at the stable. Saw someone pointing a gun after us.

Cole: He ought to know better than that.

Bull Harris: You want me to go after him?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Bull, you certainly ought to know better.

Bull Harris: The first time in two months I've felt like doing nothing for you, now you don't want me to do it.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Was there something wrong with that or is it just my hangover?

Bull Harris: You made better sense when you was drinking.

Cole: Aren't you gonna say anything?

Maudie: Would it do me any good to say it?

Cole: Say what?

Maudie: That this is crazy? No, I'm not gonna say anything. I'm just gonna go out and buy you a pine box.

Cole: What kept you?

Mississippi: I was talking to a girl. She said she saw...

Cole: A girl?

Mississippi: Don't you think I can know a girl?

[Cole Thornton is turning down Bart Jason]

Bart Jason: Since when did hired guns get choosy? You're paid to take...

Cole: I'm paid to risk my neck. I'll decide where and when I'll do it. This isn't it.

Bart Jason: Ya know, Thornton, I got an idea you just don't want to go up against Sheriff J.P. Harrah.

Cole: You know, you're just about right?

Bart Jason: You think he's that good?

Cole: I tell ya he's that good.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: He went out that door!

Cole: Well you oughta know! You missed him!

Milt: You've got a lot of faith in me, don't ya, Nelse?

Nelse McLeod: Faith can move mountains, Milt. But it can't beat a faster draw. There's only three men I know with his kind of speed. One's dead. The other's me. And the third is Cole Thornton.

Cole: There's a fourth.

Nelse McLeod: Which one are you?

Cole: I'm Thornton.

[Milt withdraws]

Nelse McLeod: Aren't you glad you didn't try, Milt? Pick up your guns, both of you, real easy.

Cole: Like he said, real easy.

Cole: Next time you shoot somebody, don't go near 'em till you're... sure they're dead!

Mississippi: Always liked that poem too. Makes me wanna...

Cole: Ride, boldly ride? Well it don't work out that way.

Mississippi: I'm learnin' that.

Mississippi: Well, we are we headed?

Cole: To see a girl.

Mississippi: To see a *girl*?

Cole: Yes, a girl! Don't you think I could know a girl?

Cole: You left a boy out there to do a man's job!

Kevin MacDonald: Are you backin' him up, Thornton?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: No he isn't.

Cole: Let's just say I'm on your side, and this is no job for amateurs.

Cole: Next time you shoot somebody, don't go near 'em till you're sure they're dead!

Cole: You were pretty good in there. Like old times.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Man, don't tell me how good I was. I just got away with it because I had an hangover. I was too mad to be scared and too sick to worry about it. You know that.

Cole: I've been there.

Cole: When do you expect the United States Marshal?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Oh man, I don't remember the last time he was here.

Bull Harris: He was here. You gave him a big welcome. Flung a bottle at him.

Cole: An empty bottle?

Bull Harris: Yeah, he wasn't that far gone.

Cole: J.P, why don't you settle down?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: I just can't help it Cole. I've got the shakes so bad...

Cole: You've had 'em before.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Yeah, well not with a hole in my leg, and a bunch of unfriendly people hanging around outside just waiting for somebody to...

Cole: What do you wanna do? Quit?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: I guess you're supposed to take care of me.

Cole: Well, not that I couldn't do it Harrah but I don't think I'd like that.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: I'm glad to hear you say that. Not that I couldn't handle you but I don't think I'd like that either.

Cole: Pretty wise for a kid Maudie.

Maudie: I think you must be the only person who thinks of me as a kid, Cole.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Why are you here?

Cole: Waiting for a fella. Name's Nelse McLeod.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Oh, Nelse McLeod with the...

Cole: That one. Want some coffee?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: No I don't.

Cole: I met him down near the border. Said he wanted me to work with him on a job. Range war. But he said it'd be easy. All we had to worry about was a drunken sheriff. Are you sure you don't want some coffee?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: It'll be a nice quiet town after you leave, Cole.

Cole: How do you know I'm leaving?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: We just don't need your kind around here.

Kevin MacDonald: What do you expect us to do?

Cole: Why don't you ask the sheriff?

Kevin MacDonald: The sheriff? Ya think I'm gonna wait on him?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Just give me an hour Macdonald. You can wait that long to die.

Doctor Donovan: You know these wounds were made by buckshot don't you?

Cole: I thought they were.

Doctor Donovan: Who was using a shotgun?

Cole: A certain young man...

Mississippi: I was using a shotgun, Doc.

Doctor Donovan: You. I thought you was on there side.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: He was.

Mississippi: I told you I was no good with a gun.

Bull Harris: Trouble is, Doc, Cole was in front of the gun. The safe place is behind Mississippi when he shoots that thing.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Well, wait a minute, wait, wait for me!

Cole: Why?

Nelse McLeod: Can you use a gun?

Mississippi: Well, if I could I'd be using one. Good evening.

Cole: Just minute, Mississippi.

Mississippi: Would you mind telling me why you have such a great passion for my company?

Mississippi: Are you bein' fair?

Cole: How?

Mississippi: Lettin' him go in there?

Cole: Well I'd hate to be the one to try and stop him. They laughed at him, Mississippi. That'll make the difference.

Mississippi: Always make you mad, don't I?

Cole: Mostly.

Cole: Don't you know better than to follow a man that way?

Mississippi: Sorry... I didn't know there was another way.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: You thought it was pretty funny, too, didn't you. Well, why aren't you laughing now? Let me hear you laugh!

[hits Jason with his rifle]

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: I don't know who you think you are,Jason, but I...

Cole: J.P.!

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: No. You're right, Cole. You're a lucky man, Jason, 'cause I wanted to kill you bad!

Cole: Last time you took the front door and I took the back, this time we'll do'er the other way around.

Kevin MacDonald: [after Cole has brought his son's body back home] I guess you're telling the truth; you wouldnta' come down here if you wasn't. I'm obliged to you for that.

Cole: It don't help much.

Mississippi: Well, I found out one thing.

Cole: What's that?

Mississippi: You know a girl.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: [massaging his chin] Did we have a... fight... or somethin'?

Cole: [massaging his right hand and nodding] Or somethin'.

Cole: The girl was right; they're still up there.

Bull Harris: Sure are... hit me right in the bugle!

Cole: [after the gunfight in the church] Where'd you come from?

Bull Harris: I heard a noise!

Nelse McLeod: There's only three men I know of with his kind of speed. One of 'em's dead; one of em's me; and the other is Cole Thornton.

Cole: There's a fourth.

Nelse McLeod: Which one are you?

Cole: I'm Thornton.

Nelse McLeod: [refering to Harrah] You think he's that good?

Cole: Good ? Why he's...

Nelse McLeod: The fourth man you were talking about.

Mississippi: [about Joey] She was really gonna shoot that fella.

Cole: She shot me.

Mississippi: She shot... uh... 'n that somethin'...

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Did we have a fight or something?

Cole: Or something.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Up until now I thought you had good taste.

Cole: Yeah, and up until now I thought you had good taste.

Mississippi: I'm tryin' to thank you.

Cole: I'm hungry!

Ali: I haven't heard about this movie.

Cole: Well, it's probably banned where you're from, anyway.

Ali: You mean in Germany?

Cole: [inscribed in library copy of DEATHLY HALLOWS] To Ali. I don't know if Snape's a good guy. But I know you are. Love, Blondie

[from trailer]

Cole: Why are you here?

Jake Huard: To serve my country, sir

Cole: What is the latitude of Annapolis?

Whitaker: Who were the first three naval officers to hold the rank as admirals?

Cole: How long have you been in the Navy?

Jake Huard: Sir, the latitude of Annapolis is 38.58 degrees north. Sir, the first three admirals were Dewey, Porter and Farragut. Sir, I've been in the Navy all my bloomin' life, sir. My mother was a mermaid, my father was King Neptune. Every bone in my body is a spar. And when I spits, I spits tar. I's hard. I is, I am, I are.

Jake Huard: Sir. What do you think would have happened if that fight went another round?

Cole: You really want to find out? Come join me in the Marines.

Cole: I want you all to remember what that bag looks like with a body in it, because if you become officers this is where they're going to put your mistakes.

Eric: I've sucked enough souls to make me more powerful than anyone else.

Cole: You certainly suck more than anyone else.

Cole: [eerily] Crows don't squawk at night... unless they're stirred...

Cole: You and Christie. You guys serious?

Justin: Yep. She's the one.

Cole: That's great! You love her, she loves you back.

Justin: Yeah. Sometime, a little too much. It gets to me.

Cole: Do you know how it feels when you're in love with someone and you feel nothing back? Umm? You don't wanna know... Cos every time you gaze into their eyes, a part of you dies. And... I've been dying for three years now.

Cole: There's no such thing as too much love.

Cole: I need a drink.

Roslyn: I thought you gave up drinking.

Cole: Yeah babe, like you quit smoking?

Cole: [turns an ashtray upside down]