Phil: What would you do if you were stuck in one place and every day was exactly the same, and nothing that you did mattered?
Ralph: That about sums it up for me.
Carl Spackler: Incredible Cinderella story. This unknown, comes outta nowhere to lead the pack at Augusta. He’s at his final hole. He’s about 450 yards away. He’s gonna hit about a two iron, I think. Oh, he got outta that. The crowd is standing on its feet here at Augusta. The normally reserved Augusta crowd, going wild, for this young Cinderella, who’s come outta nowhere. He’s got about 350 yards left. He’s gonna hit about a five iron, it looks like, dontcha think? He’s got a beautiful back swing. That’s it! Oh! He got outta that one! He’s gotta be pleased with that! The crowd is on its feet here. He’s a Cinderella boy. Tears in his eyes, I guess, as he lines up this last shot. He’s got about 195 yards left. He’s gonna. . .it looks like he’s got an eight iron. This crowd has gone deadly silent. A Cinderella story. Outta nowhere. Former greenskeeper. And now about to become the Masters champion. It looks like a mirac. . .it’s in the hole! It’s in the hole!
D-Day: War’s over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.
Bluto: Over? Did you say “over”? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
Boon: Forget it, he’s rolling.
Bluto: And it ain’t over now. ‘Cause when the goin’ gets tough…
Bluto: the tough get goin’! Who’s with me? Let’s go!
[runs out, alone; then returns]
Bluto: What the fuck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where’s the spirit? Where’s the guts, huh? This could be the greatest night of our lives, but you’re gonna let it be the worst. “Ooh, we’re afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble.” Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I’m not gonna take this. Wormer, he’s a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer…
Otter: Dead! Bluto’s right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now we could do it with conventional weapons that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody’s part.
Bluto: We’re just the guys to do it.
D-Day: Let’s do it.
Bluto: Let’s do it!