Munich Quotes

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Papa: The race is not for the swift, nor the battle for the strong, But time and chance happens to them all. Fate's hand falls suddenly, who can say when it falls?

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Golda Meir: Every civilization finds it necessary to negotiate compromises with its own values.

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Avner: [after sex] How long into pregnancy are you supposed to stop having sex? Daphna: Labor.

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Avner: There is no peace at the end of this.

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Steve: Don't fuck with the Jews.

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Robert: We are supposed to be righteous. That's a beautiful thing. And we're losing it. If I lose that, that's everything. That's my soul.

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Steve: The only blood that matters to me is Jewish blood.

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Avner's Mother: [on building the state of Israel] We had to take it, because no one would ever give it to us.

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[last lines] Avner: Break bread with me. Come on, you're a Jew in a foreign land. It's written somewhere I should invite you to break bread with me. Break bread with me, Ephraim. Ephraim: No.

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Ephraim: We have 11 Palestinian names. Each had a hand in planning Munich. You're going to kill them, 11 men, one by one. They're all in Europe now. You'll stay there as long as it takes. Europe only, not the Arab countries. That's for us, not you. A...

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[Avner has become an unofficial agent for Mossad] Ephraim: You want the last of the baklava? Avner: No. Ephraim: Smart decision. You should avoid sweets. After all, you just signed away your dental insurance.

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Louis: We can locate almost anyone for anyone anywhere, and we are ideologically promiscuous. We love everybody; we hate everybody. I get my feelings confused.

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Avner: We can't afford to be that decent anymore. Robert: I don't know if we were ever that decent.

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Ephraim: We deposit money from a fund that doesn't exist into a box we don't know about in a bank we've never set foot in. We can't help you because we never heard of you before.

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Papa: Let me see your hands. [he grabs Avner's hands and compares them to his own] Papa: Too big for a good cook. That was my problem too! I had been a master, but I have thick, stupid butcher's hands just like yours. Oh, we are tragic men. Butcher's...

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Golda Meir: Forget peace for now. We have to show them we're strong.

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Carl: It's strange, isn't it, to think of oneself as an assassin? Avner: Think of yourself as something else then.

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Avner: [interrupting a rambling explanation from Carl] Stop... chasing the mice inside your skull.

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