Collins Quotes in Dunkirk (2017)

[from trailer]

Collins: He's on me.

Farrier: I'm on him.

[first lines]

Man 1: [over comms] All eyes are up.

Man 2: Sat cams are good.

Man 1: Target is inbound.

Man 2: ETA five minutes.

Collins: Mission is a go. Repeat, you are green to go. Intercept and apprehend the Heinrich brothers. Secure the device. And remember, this mission is covert.

Lieutenant M.R. Ring: Morning, men! I thought I'd lead you through this exercise. Can't find Gunny Highway, though...

[Highway appears behind a makeshift building at the training site and sprays live bullet fire]

Lieutenant M.R. Ring: [dives for cover] Jesus Christ, what was that?

Lance Corporal Fragatti: Sir! That is the AK-47 assault rifle!

Profile: The preferred weapon of our enemy...

Collins: And it makes a distinctive sound when fired at us, Sir!

Lieutenant M.R. Ring: [still dazed] Yeah... I guess it does!

Highway: My name's Gunnery Sergeant Highway and I've drunk more beer and banged more quiff and pissed more blood and stomped more ass that all of you numbnuts put together. Now Major Powers has put me in charge of this reconisence platoon.

Lance Corporal Fragatti: We take care of ourselves.

Highway: You couldn't take care of a wet dream. God loves you.

Collins: I know that!

Highway: You men do not impress me!

Profile: Recon platoon kicks butt.

Highway: [grabs Profile by the nose] If you ladies think that you can slip and slide just because your last sergeant was a pussy, well queer bait, you're going to start acting like Marines right now!

Lance Corporal Fragatti: Who invited ya!

Highway: I'm not doing this because I want to take long showers with you assholes and I don't want to get my head shot off in some far away land because you don't habla, comprende?

Aponte: Ruh!

Highway: You?

Quinones: Yes, Gunney.

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: [singing] And you really look so fine and you've got that big behind.

Highway: [sees Jones] Well, well, well, well. I'm here to tell you that life as you knew it has ended. You all may as well go into town tonight. You may as well laugh and make fools out of yourselves. Rub your pathetic little peckers against your honies or stick it in a knothole in the fence but whatever it is, get rid of it. Because at 0600 tomorrow your ass is mine.

[to Jones]

Highway: Where's your bunk.

Highway: [walking toward the barracks holding Jones by the ear] Where is it?

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Where's what, man?

Highway: The money for my ticket.

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Hey, no need to resort to unnecessary violence. I was a little down on the money, you know, but I got a little money for you right here. But that's all I got.

[hands Highway some cash]

Highway: And the meal.

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: The meal.

Highway: Yeah, the meal.

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Ok, I got a little more for you here but that's definitely all I got.

Highway: And the tip.

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: No, man, that's really it that's all I got.

Highway: You owe me.

[rips Jones' earring off]

Highway: Now it's my will against yours and you will lose. So don't forget, 0600. That's six o'clock in the morning for those of you who don't habla.

Charlie: [after listening to Super Soul's broadcast] Did you hear that?

Collins: Yeah.

Charlie: Where the hell he get so much information?

Collins: Same place as you do, Charley.

Charlie: You mean from our own frequency?

Collins: That's right.

Charlie: How long's he been at it?

Collins: Year 'n a half, maybe two.

Charlie: Hell, that's against the law!

Collins: So's carryin' a transistor on duty.

Charlie: Hey, come on now, that's different.

Collins: But he never says anything to incriminate himself. Brains 'n lawyers, Charley. As far as the law's concerned, he's clean as Kleenex.

Charlie: What do you think he's done?

Collins: Don't know.

Charlie: Well, what do you think?

Collins: I think he's gonna hijack that car to Cuba, hahahaha.

Charlie: Don't be ridiculous!

Collins: Hell, Charley, I don' know! Maybe killed somebody! Maybe stole that big dude o' his! Maybe both.

Collins: Why don't we get you to the hotel while I give the agents a debriefing?

Joel: Oh, that's too bad. It's been months since I've had a good debriefing. Although, I'm really more of a boxers man. Ha, ha!

[nobody laughs]

Joel: Okay, wrong audience.

Collins: I never gave up because the word "quit" is not in my vocabulary. Neither is "failure", "A for effort", "abandon ship"...

[Gracie Hart pushes him into the water]

Gracie Hart: And that's how we do it in New York.

Collins: [regarding Gracie tackling Dolly Parton] It's all over! CNN.

[switches channel]

Collins: NBC.

[switches channel]

Collins: Al Jazeera!

Lt. Andrews: I see they're keeping you busy, ha?

Collins: Yeah, you'd think with a psycho on the loose, they'd stay off the street.

Lt. Andrews: Collins, nothing stops the action. If a tidal wave hit this street, the hookers would bob up like a bunch of corks

Collins: [laughing] You got that right, Lieutenant. Guess you're investigating the hooker murders, huh? The way he chopped up those girls... this guy is one sick son of a bitch. What I can't understand is, what makes that sleazebag tick?

Lt. Andrews: Well, figure he was dumped by his old man when he was a kid. His mother probably sexually abused him. We know he's a necro, probably bisexual, possibly impotent. My guess is, he wants to get busted. Whatever the case, pal, he's out there somewhere cruising this fucking boulevard.

[John Lee points his gun at the back of Collins head, and Collins realizes his time is up]

Collins: Checkmate.

Stebbins: That's the third sneeze.

Collins: I'm afraid you'll have to go to bed.

Barbara Barry: But I'm not sick. I feel fine!

Woodward: Oh, Collins, she's perfectly well. A sneeze is nothing to be alarmed at.

Collins: Maybe so, But I'm responsible for the child. Come along, dear.

Woodward: The child sneezes, and you'd think the world has come to an end. Why can't they leave her alone? She's a perfectly normal, healthy child. The way they carried on here, you'd think she was made of glass! Something ought to be done.

Collins: How Mr. Barry can stand that woman is beyond me.

Woodward: You can't expect a widower and a man as busy as Mr. Barry to notice everything that goes on in the house.

[Kolvac and Collins find Garry's seaplane]

John Kolvac: No vital damage as far as I can see. It's just out of gas.

Collins: That's damage enough.

Vince Walker: I met him once.

Collins: You mean Gandhi?

Vince Walker: Yeah, in South Africa, a long time ago. I wonder if he'll recognize me.

Collins: What was he like?

Vince Walker: He had a full head of hair then. We were a bit like college students, trying to figure everything out.

Collins: Well, he must have found some of the answers!

Dr. Ross Jennings: Chris, I'm scared to death.

Collins: Yeah, we all are, but our brains secrete a neurotransmitter that enables us to deal with them.

Dr. Ross Jennings: I don't think I have that particular neurotransmitter.

Collins: Elizabeth, we've been commanded to multiply and replenish the Earth!

Collins: I had a kind of... funny... encounter with a girl in this congregation, who will remain anonymous, but for the sake of the story, let's call her... Elizabeth B. No-no, E. Bennett.

Collins: Doctor Bryant, I don't think you're listening to me.

Dr. Frank Bryant: Mr Collins, I don't think you're saying anything to me.

Collins: Doctor, are you drunk?

Dr. Frank Bryant: Drunk? Of course I'm drunk. You don't really expect me to teach this when I'm sober.

Collins: [angrily bundling his books together] Then you won't mind if I leave your tutorial.

Dr. Frank Bryant: Why should I mind?

Collins: I never knock.

Jean Morgan: Well, it does save getting splinters in your knuckles. Someday someone's gonna knock you flat.

Collins: Give me noise! Give me lots of noise!

Collins: Remember to keep that tin badge of yours in Washington - if ya come around here stickin' ya puss into our affairs, you'll get a belly full of this.

[first lines]

Mark, Angel, Maureen, Roger, Collins, Benjamin Coffin III, Mimi: Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes - how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love... seasons of love.

Collins: In honor of the death of Bohemia, an improtu salon will commence immediately following dinner. Maureen Johnson, back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot, will sing Native American tribal chants backwards through her vocorder, while accompanying herself on the electric chello, which she ain't never studied.

Roger: And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on high holy days.

Mark: Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap, will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance to the sound of iced tea being stirred. And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song.

Roger: [picks up a guitar and plays]

Mark: That doesn't remind us of Musetta's Waltz.

Collins: Angel Dumont Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accomanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub.

Angel: And Collins will recount his exploits as an anarchist, including the tale of his successful reprogramming of the MIT virtural reality equipment to self-destruct as it broadcast the words:

All: Actual reality! Act up! Fight AIDS!

Collins, Mark, Mimi, Angel: [Sung] I can't control

Roger Davis: [Sung] Control your temper

Collins, Mark, Mimi, Angel: [Sung] My destiny

Roger Davis: [Sung] She doesn't see

Collins, Mark, Mimi, Angel: [Sung] I trust my soul

Roger Davis: [Sung] Who says that there's a soul

Collins, Mark, Mimi, Angel: [Sung] My only goal, is just to be

Roger Davis: Just let me be!

Collins, Mark, Mimi, Angel: [Sung in time with Roger] There's only now, there's only here. Give into love, or live in fear. No other path, no other way. No day but today.

Roger Davis: [Sung] Who do you think you are? Barging in on me and my guitar. Little girl hey, the door is that way.

Mimi: [Sung] No day but today.

Roger Davis: [Sung] The fire's dead anyway.

Collins, Mark, Mimi, Angel: [Sung] No day but today.

Roger Davis: [Sung] Take your powder, take your candle.

Collins, Mark, Mimi, Angel: [Sung] No day but today.

Roger Davis: [Sung] Take your brown eyes, your pretty smile, your silouette.

Collins, Mark, Mimi, Angel: [Sung] No day but today.

Roger Davis: [Sung] Another time, another place, another round, a warm embrace.

Collins, Mark, Mimi, Angel: [Sung] No day but today.

Roger Davis: [Sung] Another dance another way, another chance, another day

Collins, Mark, Mimi, Angel: [Sung] No day but today.

Collins: So with a thousand sweet kisses...

Angel: If you're cold and you're lonely.

Collins: ...I'll cover you. With a thousand sweet kisses...

Angel: You've got one nickel only.

Collins: ...I'll cover you.

Angel: With a thousand sweet kisses...

Collins: When you're worn out and tired.

Angel: ...I'll cover you. With a thousand sweet kisses... I'll cover you!

Collins: When your heart has expired!

Collins, Angel: Oh lover, I'll cover you!

Collins: Merry Christmas bitches!

Mimi, Angel: [sung] To hand crafted beers made in local breweries, to yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese. To leather, to dildoes, to curry vindaloo. To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou.

Collins, Maureen: [sung] Emotion, devotion to causing a commotion. Creation, vacation...

Mark: [sung] Mucho masturbation.

Angel, Collins: I've longed to discover something as true as this is.

Collins: [sung] In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died!

All: [sung] No other road / No other way / No day but today

Mimi, Joanne, Maureen: [sung] I can't control / My destiny

Mark, Roger, Collins, Angel, Benjamin Coffin III: [sung] Will I lose my dignity / Will someone care

Mimi, Joanne, Maureen: [sung] I trust my soul / My only goal / Is just to be

Mark, Roger, Collins, Angel, Benjamin Coffin III: [sung] Will I wake tomorrow / From this nightmare

Mimi, Joanne, Maureen: [sung] Without you / The hand gropes

Mark, Roger, Collins, Angel, Benjamin Coffin III: [sung] There's only now / There's only here

Mimi, Joanne, Maureen: [sung] The ear hears / The pulse beats

Mark, Roger, Collins, Angel, Benjamin Coffin III: [sung] Give in to love / Or live in fear

Mimi, Joanne, Maureen: [sung] Life goes on / But I'm gone

Mark, Roger, Collins, Angel, Benjamin Coffin III: [sung] No other path / No other way

Mimi, Joanne, Maureen: [sung] 'Cause I die / Without you / I die without you

Mark, Roger, Collins, Angel, Benjamin Coffin III: [sung] No day but today / No day but today

Mimi, Joanne, Maureen: [sung] I die without you / I die without you

Mark, Roger, Collins, Angel, Benjamin Coffin III: [sung] No day but today / No day but today

Mimi, Joanne, Maureen: [sung] I die without you / I die without you

Mark, Roger, Collins, Angel, Benjamin Coffin III: [sung] No day but today / No day but today

All: [sung] NO DAY BUT TODAY!

Collins: Ooh, Maureen dumped you?

Mark: Yes, she dumped me. For a lawyer named Joanne.

[choked laughter]

Collins: [Mimicking Roger] Uh... Hi.

Mark: And who are you two supposed to be?

Collins: Bond, James Bond.

Angel: And Pussy Galore... in person.

Collins: [about Roger] This boy could use some STOLI!

Collins: I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love. Now I know you can rent it, a new lease you are my love - on life... be my life.

[Angel discovers Collins, who has been mugged]

Angel: Oh my God, are you okay, honey?

Collins: I'm afraid so.

Angel: They get anything, or...?

Collins: I didn't have any money, but they took my stuff.

[Angel tries to wipe the blood from Collins' forehead]

Collins: No, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Angel: I'm Angel.

Collins: Angel. Friends call me Collins. Tom Collins.

Angel: Come on. Let's get you cleaned up. Sort of have to hurry; I have a life support meeting to go to.

Collins: Life support?

Angel: Yeah. It's for people with AIDS. People like me.

Collins: Me, too.

Collins, Mark, Maureen, Mimi, Joanne, Angel, Roger Davis: To people living with, living with, living with... not dying from disease. Let he among us without sin be the first to condem La Vie Boheme.

Collins, Angel: I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love. Now I know you can rent it, a new lease you are my love - on life... be my life.

Collins: Gentlemen, our benefactor on this Christmas day, whose charity is only matched by talent, I must say... a new member of the Alphabet city avant-garde... Angel Dumott Schunard!

Joanne, Collins, Mark, Angel, Mimi, Maureen, Roger, Benjamin Coffin III: All Its time now to sing out, though the story never ends. Lets celebrate remember the year of the life of friends. Remember the love.

Joanne: You got to, you got to remember the love.

Collins, Mark, Angel, Mimi, Maureen, Roger, Benjamin Coffin III: Remember the love.

Joanne: You know that love us a gift from up above.

Collins, Mark, Angel, Mimi, Maureen, Roger, Benjamin Coffin III: Remember the love.

Joanne: Share love, give love, spread love.

Collins: Getting dizzy!

Collins, Mark, Roger, Angel, Ali, Paul, Steve, Pam: [sung] Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow, from this nightmare?

Collins: To marijuana!

Collins: You gonna put that trashcan back?

Angel: No.

Life Cafe Waiter: [sung] So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platters, and one pasta with meatless balls.

Roger: Ugh!

Collins: It tastes the same.

Mimi: If you close your eyes!

Collins, Mark, Maureen, Roger, Mimi, Joanne: No day but today!

Angel: You teach?

Collins: I teach- computer age philosophy, but my students would rather watch TV

Angel: America

All: America!

Collins: Baby, you're drunk.

Angel: No I'm not.

Mimi: [sung] Excuse me, did I do something wrong? I get invited then ignored all night long!

Roger Davis: [sung] I've been tryin', I'm not lyin'! No one's perfect, I've got baggage!

Mimi: [sung] Life's too short, babe, time is flyin'! I'm lookin' for baggage that goes with mine!

Roger Davis: [sung] I should tell you...

Mimi: [sung] I've got baggage, too!

Roger Davis: [sung] Should tell you...

Roger Davis: [simultaneously] Baggage...

Mimi: [simultaneously] Baggage...

Collins: [all but Mimi and Roger] Wine and beer!

Mimi: [pagers go off] AZT break.

Roger Davis: [sung] You?

Mimi: [sung] Me. You?

Roger Davis: [sung] Mimi.

Angel: New York City.

Mark: Uh-huh.

Angel: Center of the universe.

Collins: Sang it, girl!

Angel: Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse.

Roger: I hear that.

Angel: It's a comfort to know, when you're singing the hit-the-road blues...

[sung]

Angel: That anywhere else you could possibly go after New York would be

[whispered]

Angel: a pleasure cruise!

Collins: Now you're talkin'!

Eric Erickson: How does a person get to be so cold-blooded?

Collins: Watching German planes bomb London helps *enormously*!