John Rambo

— How will you live, John?
— Day by day.

— That why they pick you? Because you like to fight?
— Nah... I am expendable.
— Expendable? What mean «expendable»?
— It's like... someone invites you to a party and you don't show up, it doesn't really matter.

I could have killed'em all. I could have killed you. In town you're the law, out here, it's me! Don't push it! Don't push it, or I'll give you a war you won't believe! Let it go. Let it go.

— The war, everything that happened here may have been wrong, but dammit, don't hate your country for it!
— Hate? I'd die for it!