Michael: Stanley, see this? This is this. This ain't something else. This is this. From now on, you're on your own.
Nick: I don't think about that much with one shot anymore, Mike. Michael: You have to think about one shot. One shot is what it's all about. A deer's gotta be taken with one shot.
Michael: We gotta play with more bullets. Nick: What? Michael: More bullets... [gunshot] Michael: I gotta get more bullets in the gun. Nick: What? Michael: We gotta play with more bullets. Nick: More bullets in the gun? Michael: More bullets in the g...
Michael: A deer has to be taken with one shot. I try to tell people that but they don't listen.
Nick: I like the trees, you know? I like the way that the trees are on mountains, all the different... the way the trees are.
Axel: Lemme ask you a question: how come I never see you eat? Nick: I like to starve myself: it keeps the fear up.
Julien: When a man says no to champagne, he says no to life.
Michael: [after he sights the deer but points the rifle upward and fires so that the deer just looks at him] Okay? Okay?
Nick: You trying to look like a prince? Michael: What do you mean, 'trying'?
Michael: Every time he comes up, he's got no knife, he's got no jacket, he's got no pants, he's got no boots. All he's got is that stupid gun he carries around like John Wayne.
Army Doctor: Chevotarevich, is that a Russian name? Nick: No, it's an American name.
Axel: You're so full of shit, you're gonna float away.
Stan: How does it feel to be shot? Michael: Don't hurt. That's what you wanna know. And how it's been, doing OK. Stan: Yeah, same thing. Nothing's changed. I'm getting more ass than a toilet seat and Axel here, he's getting fatter than ever.
Stan: There's sometimes I think that I swear you're a fucking faggot.
Michael: I'll tell ya one thing, if I find out my life had to end up being in the mountains, it'd be all right, but it has to be in your mind. Nick: What? One shot? Michael: Two is pussy.
Michael: I'll tell you, Nick. You're the only guy I go hunting with, you know. I like a guy with quick moves and speed. I ain't gonna hunt with no assholes.
Michael: What kind of beer would you like? Linda: What? I don't know. I don't care. Any kind. Michael: I'll get you a Rolling Rock. Linda: Okay. Michael: It's a good beer, it's the best around.
[last lines] Michael: Here's to Nick. Steven: [whispering] To Nick. [All]: To Nick.
