monsieur Burns:
" Any man brave enough to fight wit his guts strapped to him can drink from my canteen any day."
monsieur Burns:
"Are my methods unsound?"
monsieur Burns:
"This war's gonna end someday."
monsieur Burns:
" Have you ever considered any real freedoms? Freedoms from the opinion of others... even the opinions of yourself?"
monsieur Burns:
"I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving."
monsieur Burns:
" Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends."
monsieur Burns:
"You're neither. You're an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill."
monsieur Burns:
"We must kill them. We must incinerate them. Pig after pig... cow after cow... village after village... army after army..."
monsieur Burns:
" Because it's judgment that defeats us."
monsieur Burns:
" I worry that my son might not understand what I've tried to be."
monsieur Burns:
" What do you call it when the assassins accuse the assassin? A lie. A lie and we have to be merciful."
monsieur Burns:
"Did they say why, Willard, why they want to terminate my command?"
monsieur Burns:
" It's no longer classified, is it? Did they tell you?"
monsieur Burns:
"I expected someone like you. What did you expect? Are you an assassin?"
monsieur Burns:
"The bullshit piled up so fast in Vietnam, you needed wings to stay above it."
monsieur Burns:
"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."
monsieur Burns:
"If I say it's safe to surf this beach, Captain, then it's safe to surf this beach. I mean, I'm not afraid to surf this place. I'll surf this whole fucking place!"
monsieur Burns:
"Charlie don't surf!"
monsieur Burns:
" Smell that? You smell that?"
monsieur Burns:
"I asked for a mission and for my sins they gave me one."
monsieur Burns:
“I am beyond their timid lying morality, and so I am beyond caring.”
monsieur Burns:
"Observe the classical magistrate's mind at work, Delilah. The judge does not understand me, ergo I am mad. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Dr. Miguelito Loveless. I plead guilty to being dictatorial, vain, short-tempered, occasionally unreasonable."
monsieur Burns:
" Why would a nice guy like you want to kill a genius? Why? Because they told you he was crazy? The Colonel is not crazy. The man is clear in his mind, but his soul is mad."(Apocalypse Now, 1979)