Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Ooh, but I still smell her. [inhales deeply through nose] Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever bur...
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: The day we stop lookin', Charlie, is the day we die.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Clear them little bottles off. And when I get off the phone here, call up Hyman and tell him I want it wall to wall with John Daniels. Charlie Simms: Don't you mean Jack Daniels? Lt. Col. Frank Slade: He may be Jack to you son, ...
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: When in doubt... fuck.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Oh, uh, Charlie - about your little problem - there are two kinds of people in this world: those who stand up and face the music, and those who run for cover. Cover is better.
[repeated line] Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Whoo-ah.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Oh, where do I go from here, Charlie? Charlie Simms: If you're tangled up, just tango on. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: You askin' me to dance, Charlie?
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: [shouting] I'm in the dark, here!
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: [Frank plans to kill himself and Charlie as well but hesitates] You don't wanna die. Charlie Simms: Neither do you. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Give me one good reason not to. Charlie Simms: I'll give you two. You can dance the tango ...
[Slade knew her face cleanser, by scent] Donna: Ah, that's amazing. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Well, I'm in the amazing business.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: [Lt. Col. Frank Slade is speaking in defense of Charlie Simms at meeting at the Baird School] Now I have come to the cross-roads in my life. I always knew what the right path was. Without exception, I knew, but I never took it. ...
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: [Randy brings Frank a glass of whiskey] Thank you Randy. You still with Snowqueen Sugar? Randy: Snowflake. How come you always get that wrong? Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Because it's not important for me to get it right.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Out of order, I show you out of order. You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask. I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a FLAMETHROWER to this ...
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Are you blind? Are you blind? Charlie Simms: Of course not. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Then why do you keep grabbing my goddamn arm? I take your arm. Charlie Simms: I'm sorry. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Don't be sorry. How would you know?...
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Haven't you heard? Conscience is dead. Charlie Simms: No, I haven't heard. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Well, then, take the fuckin' wax outta your ears! Grow up! It's fuck your buddy, cheat on your wife, call your mother on Mother's D...
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: You've been the sugar business for so long, you've forgetten the taste of real honey!
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Goodbye, Willie. I'm no fucking good. I never have been.
Randy: You want to know the truth? Lt. Col. Frank Slade: You got a handle on that, do you, Randy? Randy: He was an asshole before. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Whoo-ah! Randy: Now all he is is a blind asshole. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Whoo-ah. Randy: Hey, God'...
