Willard Quotes in
[DC Jellyneck, who is short, squat and bearded, is helping Willard over a wall as the Sweeney begin a stake-out]
Willard: Get off, ya fucking gnome!
Willard: [Willard, Beth and Gwendoline are tied up at the Cheops's encampment] Gwendoline, have you ever made love?
Willard: I can't let you die without making love. Here, move as close as you can.
[They can't reach each other. Willard picks up a straw with his teeth and begins gently poking Gwendoline's face with it]
Willard: Look, if I was a butterfly and I lived here, and somebody tried to take me to London, I'd break their face.
Willard: Hey, you guys okay? You're not dead or anything?
Gwendoline: [Gwendoline and Willard are grappling over a precipice] Go on, let me fall! But it'll be your name I scream on the way down.
Gwendoline: That's right, I belong to you body and soul.
Willard: Wait, Gwendoline, I don't say that kind of thing! No! Gwendoline, I love you!
Gwendoline: [She is squatting on an outcrop, smiling] I hope that was sincere!
Willard: Feel like dying?
Gwendoline: When I'm close to you, I feel safe!
Gwendoline: Is it a boa?
Willard: No, it's a goldfish.
Gwendoline: How did you know?
Willard: Call it instinct. I'm infallible.
Willard: And you'll get nothing from me, you overdressed gargoyle!
Willard: [in the Cheops's prison. Gwendoline is crying] It's a little late to be afraid, don't you think?
[in the desert]
Willard: Say, how did you come to be a duck?
Duck: Well, I was a turtle for a while, but that wasn't going anywhere. Then my mother gave me the chance to be a duck, and I sort of flowed from there...
[while the Duck is talking, a caricature of Frank Zappa rises like the sun over the horizon]
Willard: Oh, Eddie, you have GOT to be kidding.
Willard: [Dusting himself off after bus crash, in singsong voice] "The wheels on the bus go BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!"
Rusty: Now, when you said you were gonna wear a cowboy hat, I didn't know how I'd feel about it.
Willard: And now that you've seen me in it, what's the verdict?
Rusty: I think you're sexier than socks on a rooster.
Willard: That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.
Rusty: I mean it, stud.
Willard: [referring to Ariel] You can stick a quarter in that girl's backpocket and tell whether or not it's heads or tails. You're trying to knock boots with her, aren't you?
Ren MacCormack: No, I'm not.
Willard: Yes, you are. He is.
Willard: [referring to Ariel] Daddy gonna take her out to the woodshed.
Ren MacCormack: What the hell does that mean?
Willard: That means she's in deep shit.
Willard: [Jumping onto Ren's bus, which is on fire] Hey, you know your bus is on fire?
Ren MacCormack: Yeah, no shit!
Willard: [voiceover] Saigon... shit; I'm still only in Saigon... Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back in the jungle.
Willard: When I was home after my first tour, it was worse.
[grabs at flying insect]
Willard: I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. I hardly said a word to my wife, until I said "yes" to a divorce. When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle. I'm here a week now... waiting for a mission... getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Charlie squats in the bush, he gets stronger. Each time I looked around the walls moved in a little tighter.
Kurtz: Did they say why, Willard, why they want to terminate my command?
Willard: I was sent on a classified mission, sir.
Kurtz: It's no longer classified, is it? Did they tell you?
Willard: They told me that you had gone totally insane, and that your methods were unsound.
Kurtz: Are my methods unsound?
Willard: I don't see any method at all, sir.
Kurtz: I expected someone like you. What did you expect? Are you an assassin?
Willard: I'm a soldier.
Kurtz: You're neither. You're an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill.
Willard: [voice-over] "Never get out of the boat." Absolutely goddamn right! Unless you were goin' all the way... Kurtz got off the boat. He split from the whole fuckin' program.
Willard: Could we, uh... talk to Colonel Kurtz?
Photojournalist: Hey, man, you don't talk to the Colonel. You listen to him. The man's enlarged my mind. He's a poet warrior in the classic sense. I mean sometimes he'll... uh... well, you'll say "hello" to him, right? And he'll just walk right by you. He won't even notice you. And suddenly he'll grab you, and he'll throw you in a corner, and he'll say, "Do you know that 'if' is the middle word in life? If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you"... I mean I'm... no, I can't... I'm a little man, I'm a little man, he's... he's a great man! I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across floors of silent seas...
Colonel Lucas: Your mission is to proceed up the Nung River in a Navy patrol boat. Pick up Colonel Kurtz's path at Nu Mung Ba, follow it and learn what you can along the way. When you find the Colonel, infiltrate his team by whatever means available and terminate the Colonel's command.
Willard: Terminate the Colonel?
General Corman: He's out there operating without any decent restraint, totally beyond the pale of any acceptable human conduct. And he is still in the field commanding troops.
Civilian: Terminate with extreme prejudice.
Colonel Lucas: You understand, Captain, that this mission does not exist, nor will it ever exist...
Willard: [voice-over] I was going to the worst place in the world and I didn't even know it yet. Weeks away and hundreds of miles up a river that snaked through the war like a main circuit cable plugged straight into Kurtz. It was no accident that I got to be the caretaker of Colonel Walter E. Kurtz's memory any more than being back in Saigon was an accident. There is no way to tell his story without telling my own. And if his story really is a confession, then so is mine.
Willard: Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a mission, and for my sins, they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service. It was a real choice mission, and when it was over, I never wanted another.
Willard: [voice-over] How many people had I already killed? There were those six that I knew about for sure. Close enough to blow their last breath in my face. But this time, it was an American and an officer. That wasn't supposed to make any difference to me, but it did. Shit... charging a man with murder in this place was like handing out speeding tickets in the Indy 500. I took the mission. What the hell else was I gonna do?
Willard: Are you crazy, Goddammit? Don't you think its a little risky for some R&R?
Kilgore: If I say its safe to surf this beach, Captain, then its safe to surf this beach! I mean, I'm not afraid to surf this place, I'll surf this whole fucking place!
Willard: [voice-over] "Someday this war's gonna end". That'd be just fine with the boys on the boat. They weren't looking for anything more than a way home. Trouble is, I'd been back there, and I knew that it just didn't exist anymore.
Willard: [voice-over] No wonder Kurtz put a weed up Command's ass. The war was being run by a bunch of four star clowns who were gonna end up giving the whole circus away.
Willard: [voice-over-] Oh man... the bullshit piled up so fast in Vietnam, you needed wings to stay above it.
Willard: [voice-over] The machinist, the one they called Chef, was from New Orleans. He was wrapped too tight for Vietnam; probably wrapped too tight for New Orleans. Lance, on the forward .50s, was a famous surfer from the beaches south of LA. One look at him and you wouldn't believe he ever fired a weapon in his whole life. Clean... Mr. Clean... was from some South Bronx shithole and the light and space of Vietnam really put the zap on his head. Then there was Phillips, the Chief. It might have been my mission, but it sure as shit was the Chief's boat!
Willard: [voice-over] Everybody wanted me to do it, him most of all. I felt like he was up there, waiting for me to take the pain away. He just wanted to go out like a soldier, standing up, not like some poor, wasted, rag-assed renegade. Even the jungle wanted him dead, and that's who he really took his orders from anyway.
Willard: [voice-over] The First of the Ninth was a old calvary division that traded in their horses for helicopters and went tear-assing around 'Nam looking for the shit...
Willard: [incredulous] What are you talking about?
Chief Quartermaster (QMC) Phillips: We're taking her to some friendlies, Captain. She's wounded, she's not dead.
Willard: Get off there, Chef.
[Willard shoots the injured girl]
Chef: Fuck it!
Willard: [to Chief] I told you not to stop. Now let's go!
Willard: [voice-over] If that's how Kilgore fought the war, I began to wonder what they really had against Kurtz. It wasn't just insanity and murder; there was enough of that to go around for everyone.
Willard: In a war there are many moments for compassion and tender action. There are many moments for ruthless action - what is often called ruthless - what may in many circumstances be only clarity, seeing clearly what there is to be done and doing it, directly, quickly, awake, looking at it.
Willard: [voice-over] On the river, I thought that the minute I looked at him, I'd know what to do, but it didn't happen. I was in there with him for days, not under guard; I was free, but he knew I wasn't going anywhere. He knew more about what I was going to do than I did. If the generals back in Nha Trang could see what I saw, would they still want me to kill him? More than ever, probably. And what would his people back home want if they ever learned just how far from them he'd really gone? He broke from them, and then he broke from himself. I'd never seen a man so broken up and ripped apart.
Willard: Hey soldier, do you know who's in command here?
Soldier: Ain't you?
Willard: [voice-over] Charlie didn't get much USO. He was dug in too deep or moving too fast. His idea of great R&R was cold rice and a little rat meat. He had only two ways home: death, or victory.
Chief Quartermaster (QMC) Phillips: My orders say I'm not supposed to know where I'm taking this boat, so I don't! But one look at you, and I know it's gonna be hot!
Willard: We're going up river about 75 klicks above the Do Lung bridge.
Chief Quartermaster (QMC) Phillips: That's Cambodia, captain.
Willard: That's classified. We're not supposed to be in Cambodia, but that's where I'm going.
Willard: As for the charges against me, I am unconcerned. I am beyond their timid lying morality, and so I am beyond caring.
Willard: [voice-over] They were gonna make me a Major for this, and I wasn't even in their fuckin' army anymore.
Colonel Lucas: Your report specifies intelligence/counterintelligence with ComSec I-Corps.
Willard: I'm not presently disposed to discuss these operations, sir.
Colonel Lucas: Did you not work for the CIA in I-Corps?
Willard: No, sir.
Colonel Lucas: Did you not assassinate a government tax collector in Quang Tri province, June 19th, 1968? Captain?
Willard: Sir, I am unaware of any such activity or operation... nor would I be disposed to discuss such an operation if it did in fact exist, sir.
Willard: [voice-over] It's a way we had over here for living with ourselves. We cut 'em in half with a machine gun and give 'em a Band-Aid. It was a lie. And the more I saw them, the more I hated lies.
Photo Journalist: I wish I had words, man. I wish I had words... I can tell ya something like the other day he wanted to kill me. Somethin' like that...
Willard: Why'd he wanna kill you?
Photo Journalist: Because I took his picture. He said "If you take my picture again, I'm gonna kill you." And he *meant* it.
Hubert: [rebuffing Willard's inquiry as to when his family might return home to France] You don't understand our mentality - the French officer mentality. At first, we lose in Second World War. I don't say that you Americans win, but we lose. In Dien Bien Phu, we lose. In Algeria, we lose. In Indochina, we lose! But here, we don't lose! This piece of earth, we keep it. We will never lose it, never!
Gaston de Marais: You Americans. In 1945, yeah, after the Japanese war, your president Roosevelt didn't want the French people to stay in Indochina. So, you Americans implant the Vietnam.
Willard: [to Hubert] What's he mean?
Hubert: Yeah, that's true. The Vietcong were invented by the Americans, sir.
Willard: The Americans?
Gaston de Marais: And now you take the French place. And the Vietnam fight you. And what can you do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Hubert: The Vietnamese are very intelligent. You never know what they think. The Russian ones who help them, "come and give us their money. We are all Communists. Chinese give us guns. We are all brothers."... They hate the Chinese! Maybe they hate the American less than the Russian and the Chinese. I mean, if tomorrow the Vietnamese are Communists they will be *Vietnamese* Communists. And this is something you never understood, you American.
Gaston de Marais: I don't know. Maybe in the future we can make something with the Vietnam.
Philippe de Marais: Don't you understand? The VC say, "go away, go away". That's finish for all the white people in Indochina. If you're French, American, that's all the same. "Go." They want to forget you. Look, Captain. Look, this is the truth. An egg.
[cracks it, draining the egg white]
Philippe de Marais: The white left, but the yellow stays.
Chief Quartermaster (QMC) Phillips: [Redux version] Captain, are you giving away our fuel for a Playmate of the Month?
Willard: No, Playmate of the Year, Chief!
[Willard takes a swig from a beer bottle]
Willard: [voice-over] He was close, real close. I couldn't see him yet, but I could feel him, as if the boat were being sucked upriver and the water was flowing back into the jungle. Whatever was going to happen, it wasn't gonna be the way they call it back in Nha Trang.
Willard: My mission is to make it up into Cambodia. There's a Green Beret Colonel up there who's gone insane. I'm supposed to kill him.
Chef: What? Oh, that's typical! Shit! Fuckin' Vietnam mission! I'm short, and we gotta go up there so you can kill one of our own guys? That's fuckin' great! That's just fuckin' great! Shit! That's fuckin' crazy! I thought you were going in there to blow up a bridge, or some fucking railroad tracks or something!
Willard: I'm sorry. Look, I'll cut you loose here and you can turn around and...
Chef: [interupting] No, no, we go together... on the boat! We came this far, so we go together. All the way! We'll take you up there, we'll go with you... but on the boat! Okay?
Willard: [voice-over] The crew were mostly kids; rock & rollers with one foot in their grave.
Willard: [voice-over] Part of me was afraid of what I would find and what I would do when I got there. I knew the risks, or imagined I knew. But the thing I felt the most, much stronger than fear, was the desire to confront him.
Roxanne: Do you know why you can never step into the same river twice?
Willard: Yeah, 'cause it's always moving.
Lt. Carlsen: I'm Lt. Carlsen. I was sent from Nha Trang with this message for you three days ago, sir. They expected you here a little sooner. This is mail for the boat's crew. You don't know how happy this makes me in delivering all this.
Lt. Carlsen: Because now I can get out of here... if I can find a way.
[an enemy artillery shell lands dangerously close by as Lt. Carlsen runs away]
Lt. Carlsen: You're in the asshole of the world, Captain!
[the redux version]
Willard: Who's in charge here?
Soldier: In charge? I don't know, man. I'm just doing what I'm told - I'm just a working girl.
Chef: I was supposed to go to Paris, study at the Escoffier School. That's when I got my orders. Well, I joined the Navy. Heard they had better food. Cook school, that did it.
Willard: Oh yeah? How's that?
Chef: [mutters something] They lined us up in front of a hundred yards of prime rib. All of us, you know, lined up and looking at it. Magnificent meat! Really! Beautifully marbled... magnifique! Next thing, they're throwing the meat into these big cauldrons. All of it, boiling it. I looked inside, man, and it was turning gray. I couldn't fuckin' believe that one!
Kurtz: Where are you from, Willard?
Willard: I'm from Ohio, sir.
Kurtz: Were you born there?
Willard: Yes, sir.
Willard: Toledo, sir.
Kurtz: How far are you from the river?
Willard: The Ohio River, sir?
Willard: About 200 miles.
Kurtz: I went down that river once when I was a kid. There's a place in that river - I can't remember - must have been a gardenia plantation at one time. It's all wild and overgrown now, but about five miles, you'd think that heaven just fell on the earth in the form of gardenias. Have you considered any real freedoms? Freedoms from the opinions of others. Even the opinions of yourself.
Willard: [about Colonel Kilgore] Well, he wasn't a bad officer, I guess. He loved his boys, and he felt safe with 'em. He was just one of those guys with that weird light around him. He just knew he wasn't gonna get so much as a scratch here.
Big Daddy: [instructing raiding party] Now unless they start shooting first, nobody shoot 'em. That's way too simple for these jokers. We're gonna whoop that nigger lover to death! And I am personally gonna strip and clip that gaboon myself!
[puts on bag]
Big Daddy: Damn! I can't see fuckin' shit outta this thing.
Unnamed Baghead: We ready or what?
Big Daddy: Naw, hold on, I'm fuckin' with my eye holes.
Big Daddy: Oh. Oh, shit.
[takes off bag]
Big Daddy: Ah, I just made it worse.
Unnamed Baghead: Who made this goddamn shit?
Other Unnamed Baghead: Willard's wife.
Willard: Well, make your own goddamn mask!
Big Daddy: Look. Nobody's sayin' they don't appreciate what Jenny did.
Unnamed Baghead: Well, if all I had to do was cut a hole in a bag, I coulda cut it better than this!
Other Unnamed Baghead: What about you, Robert? Can you see?
Robert: Not too good. I mean, if I don't move my head I can see you pretty good, more or less. But when I start ridin', the bag's movin' all over, and I - I'm ridin' blind.
Bag Head #2: [rips bag] Shit. I just made mine worse. Anybody bring any extra bags?
Unnamed Baghead: No! Nobody brought an extra bag!
Unnamed Baghead: [raiding party is discussing their bags] Do we have to wear 'em when we ride?
Big Daddy: Oh, well shitfire! If you don't wear 'em as you ride up, that just defeats the purpose!
Unnamed Baghead: Well, I can't see in this fuckin' thing!
[takes bag off]
Unnamed Baghead: I can't breathe in this fuckin' thing, and I can't ride in this fuckin' thing!
Willard: Well fuck all y'all! I'm going home! You know, I watched my wife work all day gettin' thirty bags together for you ungrateful sons of bitches! And all I can hear is criticize, criticize, criticize! From now on, don't ask me or mine for nothin'!
Big Daddy: Now look. Let's not forget why we're here. We gotta kill a nigger over that hill there! And we gotta make a lesson out of him!
Bag Head #2: Okay, I'm confused. Are the bags on or off?
Robert: I think... we all think the bag was a nice idea. But - not pointin' any fingers - they coulda been done better. So, how 'bout, no bags this time - but next time, we do the bags right, and then we go full regalia.
Big Daddy: Wait a minute! I didn't say 'no bags'!
Bag Head #2: But nobody can see.
Big Daddy: So?
Bag Head #2: So, it'd be nice to see.
Big Daddy: Goddammit! This is a raid! I can't see! You can't see! So what? All that matters is can the fuckin' horse see? That's a raid!
Bag Head #2: Anybody bring any extra bags?
Unnamed Baghead: No! Nobody brought an extra bag!
Bag Head #2: I'm just askin'!
Unnamed Baghead: Do we have to wear 'em when we ride?
Big Daddy: Well... shitfire! If you don't wear it as you ride up, that just defeats the purpose!
Unnamed Baghead: Well I can't see in this fuckin' thing! I can't breath in this fuckin' thing! And I can't ride in this fuckin' thing!
Willard: Well fuck all y'all, I'm goin' home! You know I watched my wife work all day getting 30 bags together for you ungrateful sons of bitches, and all I can hear is criticize, criticize, criticize! From now on, don't ask me or mine for nuthin!
Big Daddy: Now, look! Let's not forget why we're here. We got to kill a nigger over that hill there. And we gotta make a lesson out of him.
Bag Head #2: Okay, I'm confused. Are the bags on or off?
Unnamed Baghead: I think... we all think... the bag was a nice idea.
[mumbled agreement among others]
Unnamed Baghead: . But... I'm not pointin' any fingers... they coulda been done better. So, how 'bout... no bags this time. But next time, we do the bags right and then we go full regalia.
Big Daddy: Wait a minute! I didn't say no bags.
Bag Head #2: But nobody can see.
Big Daddy: So?
Bag Head #2: So it'd be nice to see.
Big Daddy: God dammit! This is a raid! I can't see, you can't see. So what? All that matters is can the fucking horse see? That's a raid!
Ren: You like Men at Work?
Willard: Which man?
Ren: Men at Work.
Willard: Well where do they work?
Ren: No, they don't, they're a music group.
Willard: Well what do they call themselves?
Ren: Oh no! What about the Police?
Willard: What about 'em?
Ren: You ever heard them?
Willard: No, but I seen them.
Ren: Where, in concert?
Willard: No, behind you.
Willard: People think she's a hellraiser.
Ren: Is she?
Willard: I think she's been kissed a lot.
Ren: I'll tell you, there was this place called the Blue Heaven. It was great. Had to steal IDs to get in, but it was incredible. It was like a huge underground circus, you know. Hot pink neon climbin' up the walls. And astro music. And millions of girls, like from the university mostly. If we could get one to dance, just one, then that was it. We'd get out on the floor and we'd really start to smoke. We'd start cuttin' in, and these girls would stop. - And they'd look.
Willard: They'd look how?
Ren: You know, they'd start to warm up a little. Right? Pretty soon, they'd start buying us beers.
Willard: They're buying you guys beers?
Ren: Oh, yeah. Wait. There was this one. This was the best. Ginger. Listen. We started dancing, right? Slow dancing, like we're stuck to each other. Eventually it's obvious to me that she wants to do more than dance. Right? So we left the place. On the way to the car, she's already got her tongue in my ear. We get to the car. She says we can't go to her place 'cause of her roommate, right? But she says, ''Hey, that's no problem.'' She's got seats in the car that recline back. All the way back. - If you know what I'm saying. - All the way? Would I shit you? Right? She rips my shirt open. She's clawing my chest. She's biting my neck, and I'm trying to get over the stick shift... 'cause we're goin' like a freight train now. All of a sudden, she starts screaming at the top of her lungs... ''Oh, God! Oh, God! Don't stop! Make Ginger pop!''
Willard: Oh, shit, really?
Ren: [laughs] No!
[Willard looks confused]
Ren: But we did dance. We danced our asses off.
Willard: You won't get any dancing here, it's illegal.
Ren: Jump back!
Willard: You know what it is, you've got an attitude problem.
Ren: Oh I've got an attitude problem?
Willard: Yes and I'm not the first one that's noticed it. I mean we're not stuck in the goddamn middle ages here. I mean we've got TV. We've got Family Feud. We're not stuck in Leave It to Beaver land here.
Ren: Well I haven't noticed a wet T-shirt contest in town yet.
Willard: Yeah well I haven't either, but I'm waiting. Patiently.
Ren: I tell what I'd like to do - I'd like to fold a Playboy centerfold inside every one of Reverend Moore's hymnbooks!
Willard: Hey, I came with this girl.
Fat Cowboy: Well it doesn't look like you're leaving with her.
Willard: Hey, I guess you didn't hear me the first time.
Rusty: Willard, no fights, you don't even know this guy.
Fat Cowboy: Why don't you just flake off, huh?
Willard: Woody over here don't know a dance from a dipstick.
Woody: And you do? You do, huh? Which way is left? Willard, which way is your left?
[Willard looks perplexed]
Woody: He don't know his left foot from his right foot.
Willard's Mother: Oh, what is that on your hand?
Willard: I... it's, it's soap.
Willard's Mother: It's cooking oil! Oh, Willard, you're too old for that! When will - when will you find yourself a girl?
Willard: You stole this company from my father. It killed him and it killed my mother and now you're trying to kill me. You're trying to take my house. You made a fool of me in front of everybody. You made me hate myself. I thought about it a lot, hating myself. Well right now, at this moment, I LIKE myself.
Willard: You killed Socrates.
Frank Martin: I killed who?
Willard: How do you think Socrates felt when you stuck him? Answer me!
Frank Martin: Who the fuck is Socrates?
Willard: He was the only friend I ever had!
Willard: Have you been to the basement?
Willard's Mother: Oh, you know I can't, but I know they're there. I can smell them! All my life I could smell mice.
Willard: Smell mice.
Willard's Mother: And hear them! Don't you hear them down there?
Willard: It's just the wind.
Mr. Garter: The money can help you start over.
Willard: Start over? I'm almost done!
Mr. Garter: Willard, look. You have no choice...
Willard: [shouts] If I have no choice, why did you even come here?
Willard: [continues shouting] Why did you even bother telling me?
Willard: [still shouting] Do you get off on telling people that they have no control over their lives?
Willard: [shouting] That I have no money, no home, and it's not even my fault?
Willard: They'll do anything I tell them.
Frank Martin: Then tell them to get the fuck out of my office!
Willard: We're done with each other, Ben. Just go! Go away! We are not friends anymore.
Willard: Tear him up.
Willard: [whispering to a white rat which looks just like Socrates] Hi. Shh. I know you're hungry, but we have to wait. Our time will come. Let's not let them know that you've come back to me. We have to sit here... and wait... wait... quietly. Quiet as a mouse.
Willard: Yes. Look at the rats...
- Bonnie Parker
- Clyde Barrow
- Buck Barrow
- C.W. Moss
- Blanche Barrow
- Eugene Grizzard
- Velma Davis
- Professeur de tir
- Prince Erman
- Dark One
- Sarah Colton
- Loy Colton
- Caleb Colton
- Deputy Sheriff
- Motel Manager
- Patron in Bar
- Mr. Fantastic
- Human Torch
- The Jeweler
- Maj. Jackson
- Klan Member
- Mrs. Seok
- Hsiu Chen
- Cheng Chao-an
- Ah Chen
- Ice Factory Manager
- Captain Trantor
- Commander Ilvar
- Shinji Ikari
- Rei Ayanami
- Misato Katsuragi
- Asuka Langley Sohryuu
- Keel Lorentz
- Asuka Langly Soryu
- Kôzô Fuyutsuki
- Gendô Ikari
- Ritsuko Akagi