[to himself, just before being lowered off a helicopter] Jack Ryan: Next time, Jack, write a goddamn memo.
Lieutenant Commander Mike Hewitt: Red October has just turned into the torpedo's path. Admiral James Greer: Mother of God!
Jack Ryan: Could you launch an ICBM horizontally? Skip Tyler: Sure. Why would you want to?
I've noticed that a lot of people, subsequently, when they introduce me are very careful not to say the Culture Secretary Jeremy Hunt. A lot more people are saying Jeremy Hunt, Secretary of State for Culture, Olympics, Media and Sport.
Even now, he is every blue blazer getting into cab, every runner along the river,every motorcycle coming and going.
With love you could persuade a Pathan to go to Hell, but by force you couldn't even take him to Heaven.
All species capable of grasping this fact manage better in the struggle for existence than those which rely upon their own strength alone: the wolf, which hunts in a pack, has a greater chance of survival than the lion, which hunts alone.
A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.
I like hunting trees, because they don’t run away. I call it hunting, but others might call it farming.
I think there is a difference between Slate and Salon. I think we both serve important functions on the Internet. As more and more Websites disappear, I'm thankful Slate is still around because it makes things less lonely.
My favorite animal to hunt is probably elk. There's nothing like the sound of a bugling bull splitting the cold air at first light. And that smell is unmistakable. Once you experience their musk in the wild there's no going back! A close second would...
Lt. James Gordon: They'll hunt you. Batman: You'll hunt me. You'll condemn me. Set the dogs on me. Because that's what needs to happen.
Adm. Painter: What's his plan? Jack Ryan: His plan? Adm. Painter: Russians don't take a dump, son, without a plan.
Kamarov: Stop pissing, Yuri. Give me a stopwatch and a map, and I'll fly the Alps in a plane with no windows. Yuri (Diving Officer): If the map is accurate enough.
Captain Ramius: You're afraid of our fleet. Well, you should be. Personally, I'd give us one chance in three. More tea anyone?
Bill Steiner: Hey I think someone just shot a torpedo at us! Capt. Bart Mancuso: No shit, Buckwheat, now get the hell out of here!
[USS Dallas is being chased by a torpedo, heading towards the surface] Lieutenant Commander Thompson - USS Dallas: Come on, Big D. Fly!
Capt. Bart Mancuso: You, you speak English? Red October Officer: Yes, sir. Capt. Bart Mancuso: Get your butt over here!
[after Jack has just arrived at the Central Intelligence Agency] Admiral James Greer: Jesus! You look like hell!
Jack Ryan: Well, Sir, I was just thinking that perhaps there's another possibility we might consider. Ramius might be trying to defect.
[Russian midshipmen see the Dallas jumping out of the water] Russian midshipman: [in Russian] Captain's scared them out of the water! [the Russians cheer]