The Wild Geese Quotes

Faulkner: I'm dry when I work.

Sir Edward Matherson: Yes, so I've heard.

Faulkner: There's a separate clause in my contract that says my liver is to be buried separately with honors.

Sir Edward Matherson: I'm not a very humorous man.

Faulkner: So I've noticed.

[as the enemy attacks]

Esposito: We're dead!

RSM Sandy Young: Esposito, you're not dead until I TELL you you're dead.

RSM Sandy Young: Get up

Samuels: I can't, sir. I'm dead.

Faulkner: Jesse, I'm glad to got my wire.

Sgt. Jesse Blake: So am I, sir... it was my breakfast.

Faulkner: Sandy?

RSM Sandy Young: Sir!

Faulkner: There's your killing ground. Take Tosh and four other men and set up a field of fire. Rafer and I will go deep around and take them in the flank.

[after womanizer Sean Finn fails at a simulated parachute drop]

RSM Sandy Young: That was LUDICROUS, sir. You're jumping from an aeroplane, not a whorehouse window. Do it again.

Sir Edward Matherson: [laughing] Well, then I suppose you'd better kill me.

Faulkner: You're a remarkable man too, Sir Edward. So I suppose I better had.

Faulkner: What do I call you? SIR Edward?

Sir Edward Matherson: You do.

Keith: Who are you leaving your money to, Queenie?

Medical Orderly Arthur Witty: Well, if it's any of your business, To the dearest, kindest proctologist in the whole wide world.

Keith: What's that?

Medical Orderly Arthur Witty: "Bum-doctor" to you, chubby cheeks.

Lt. Pieter Coetze: [in advance of the mission, the officers are discussing the best way of overcoming some sentry posts] And ther's no cover from 100 yards? I'd use a crossbow.

Lt. Shawn Fynn: Who do you think you are, William Tell?

Lt. Shawn Fynn: I may have a job for you.

Lt. Pieter Coetze: Thanks, I went to prison once, I didn't like it.

Sir Edward Matherson: You drink whisky I take it, soda or water?

Faulkner: Large and straight, thank you.

Faulkner: Is your wife at home?

RSM Sandy Young: Yes sir, she'll be delighted to see you.

Faulkner: I don't think so. I think we'd better talk out here!

Faulkner: [after the parachute drop] Shawn, how goes it?

Lt. Shawn Fynn: [in some discomfort] Oh fine, fine thanks. I tell you, Jock, that's it. My heels are where my balls used to be.

Capt. Rafer Janders: Father Geoghagen... my God... I thought you were dead... long ago

Fr. Geoghagen, the Priest: Looking at you and your guns... I am

Faulkner: All right. You've got the job.

Medical Orderly Arthur Witty: Do I have time to get a divorce?

Faulkner: Thirty-six hours.

Medical Orderly Arthur Witty: Oh, lovely, sir! I can't WAIT to see his face!

Lt. Pieter Coetze: We whites have carried you people on our backs ever since we came to this country.

Julius Limbani: It's the other way around now, is it?

Lt. Pieter Coetze: Is it? You need me to save your miserable black life now, don't you?

Julius Limbani: I do. And then you may need me to save yours. We need each other, white man. And that's the way it should be. We've got the whole world using us now. Setting group against group, destroying Africa. Our new freedom is just a new label for their brand of slavery. And a final blood bath is coming. First between black and white, and then between black and black when you whites have left Africa for good.

Lt. Pieter Coetze: Man, we've built your countries, and now you're kicking us out or almost all of them! You're living on foreign aid, robbing your own people blind, crying about outside oppression while you kill each other in great big bleeding batches. Once you have something better to offer, then you can come talk to us in the white south.

Julius Limbani: We both have something better to offer. Listen to me, because the white south is next unless you learn.

Lt. Pieter Coetze: Oh, bullshit! We whites were born here. We're just as African as you are. And don't make a mistake, we're going to stay.

Julius Limbani: I'm glad to hear that. Then you better join us, and help us sort out our future.

Lt. Pieter Coetze: Join you?

Julius Limbani: We have to learn to care for each other, or there will be nothing left of our Africa but a burnt-out battlefield.

Lt. Pieter Coetze: You have a point there. But do you have an answer?

Julius Limbani: I have the will to look for one. We have to forgive you for the past, and you have to forgive us for the present. If we have no future together, white man, then we have no future. That's what I believe in, and that's what I'm willing to die for.

Lt. Pieter Coetze: You're beginning to sound good to me. Maybe we need you. Maybe you're just the man.