- [repeated lines]
- Ottway: Once more into the fray. Into the last good fight I'll ever know. Live and die on this day. Live and die on this day.
- Ottway: [writing his suicide letter] There's not a second that goes by when I'm not thinking of you in some way. I want to see your face. Feel your hands in mine. Feel you against me. But I know that will never be. You left me, and I can't get you back... I move like I imagine the damned do, cursed. I feel like it's only a matter of time... I don't know why I'm writing this, I don't know what can come of it. I know I can't get you back. I don't know why this has happened to us. I feel like it's me. Bad luck. Poison. I've stopped doing this world any real good.
- Ottway: My dad was not without love... but a cliched Irish motherfucker when he wanted to be. Drinker, brawler, all that stuff. Never shed a tear. Saw weakness everywhere. But he had this thing for poems... poetry. Reading them, quoting them. Probably thought it rounded him off, you know. His way of apologizing, I guess. And there was one that hung over the desk in his den. It was only when I was a lot older, I realized he had written it. It was untitled, four lines. I read it at his funeral. "Once more into the fray. Into the last good fight I'll ever know. Live and die on this day. Live and die on this day."
- [first lines]
- Ottway: A job at the end of the world. A salaried killer for a big petroleum company. I don't know why I did half the things I've done, but I know this is where I belong, surrounded by my own. Ex-cons, fugitives, drifters, assholes. Men unfit for mankind.
- Ottway: Do something. Do something. You phony prick fraudulent motherfucker. Do something! Come on! Prove it! Fuck faith! Earn it! Show me something real! I need it now. Not later. Now! Show me and I'll believe in you until the day I die. I swear. I'm calling on you. I'm calling on you!
- [receives no response]
- Ottway: Fuck it. I'll do it myself.
- Diaz: You fuckin' guys with your rules and your orders and bullshit. Where are we? Look around! This is fuck city. Population five and dwindling.
- Ottway: Put that back. Put it Back! We're not looting dead bodies for swag.
- Diaz: You got lucky today Ottway. You should be lying there with them. Don't push it.
- Ottway: I'm not going to say it again.
- Diaz: Motherfucker take a big step back!
- Ottway: I'm going to start beating the shit out of you in the next five seconds. And you're going to swallow a lot of blood for a fucking billfold.
- Hendrick: Is that it? You're just gonna sit there? Is that what you want?
- Diaz: Yeah.
- Hendrick: After what we survived?
- Diaz: That's exactly why. What I got waiting for me back there? I'm gonna sit on a drill all day. Get drunk all night. That's my life. Turn around and look at that.
- [mountains]
- Diaz: I feel like that's all for me. How do I beat that. When will it ever be better? I can't explain it.
- Ottway: [after bitten by a wolf] Maybe I'll turn into a wolfman now.
- Flannery: Wait! That shit's not real, right? I mean you can't.
- Diaz: Asswipe, what do you think? Really.
- Flannery: I don't know, man, maybe like rabies or whatever. I didn't think the motherfucker was gonna grow claws and teeth and shit.
- Ottway: We're going to get a large branch and sharpen the end of it, and we're going to shove it up this thing's ass. Then we're going to eat it.
- Ottway: [Lewenden is dying/panicked] It's okay. It's okay... Look at me. Keep looking at me... It's all right... It's all right... Look at me... Keep looking at me... It's all right... It'll slide over you... It'll start to feel warm. Nice and warm... Let it move over you... It's all right.
- Lewenden: What?
- Ottway: Let your thoughts go... All the good things... All the good things. Yeah?... Who do you love?... Who do you love, Luke?
- Lewenden: My girl Rosie.
- Ottway: Is she your daughter?
- Lewenden: She's six.
- Ottway: Let her take you, then... Let her take you... It's okay. It's okay.
- Lewenden: [SOFTLY] Wait for me.
- Talget: My daughter, Mary. She's got really long hair almost down to her waist. In fact, it's the one rule my fucking ex respects, which is that I'm the only one who cuts her hair... She does this thing. She'll come and hover over me. I'll just be dead asleep, and she'll start swinging her head back and forth, tickling me with her hair all in my face, and
- [LAUGHS]
- Talget: she'll be laughing like crazy. It's a certain type of laugh, you know, when the kid goes past laughing to laughing, like a...
- [MIMICS CHILD LAUGHING]
- Talget: You know, like you can't really breathe, sounding more like an old man than a kid... I miss the hell out of that kid... Yeah.
- Ottway: You should. You know that?... Those things from your life, whatever they might be, make you want that next minute more than the last... Make you fight for it.
- Diaz: I just wanna fuck one more time
- [ALL LAUGHING]
- Talget: See, you ruined my story, motherfucker.
- Diaz: No. No, man.
- Talget: I'm telling a nice little sweet story about my daughter...
- Diaz: I don't mean to wreck your shit... I know, I know. I just can't go out on that last piece of horrible ass that I had. You know what I'm saying? A 53-year-old hooker, half-Eskimo.
- Talget: We shouldn't talk about that.
- Diaz: She was 250, 260. No shit. The bitch gave me the clap like it was gift wrapped
- [MEN LAUGHING]
- Talget: No, no, no. No, no, no.
- Diaz: Anyway... No, I just think that I would punch out and that would be my fucking swan song, right?... That alone is worth the fight... That's worth the fight.
- Diaz: So this is what its come down to boys? This MacGyver bullshit? Ok, alright, I appreciate a good laugh as much as the next guy.
- Talget: I keep sitting here thinking. Even with all this stuff going on, we hit the ground at 400 miles an hour, and we made it... Why would we go through something like that, that crash, if it wasn't meant to be... or ordained?
- Diaz: BY Who?... The Almighty?... That fucking fairy tale?... How about good old-fashioned blind luck?... Flannery survived that crash, so did Hernandez... It don't matter. Fate doesn't give a fuck... Dead is dead... Where do you think those boys are now?... Up in heaven? Being fitted for wings?... No, I'll tell you where they are... They're not. That's where. They're nowhere. They're gone.
- Diaz: If you guys find any rubbers, save 'em. I don't know how long I'll be out here with you ferries.