The French tried to build a canal here before the Americans. At the height of their effort, 500 workers were dying every week from malaria and yellow fever. They couldn't come up with cemetery space fast enough not to mention the morale problem all those crosses would have made. So they bought shiploads of vinegar in Cuba and in each barrel, they sealed one corpse. And then they sold them as medical cadavers all over Europe. And for a while, that was their principal source of profit. You see, this place has always had a special way of dealing⊠with both profit and death. Julia Osborne
â I'm not comfortable having you involved with this. â Three things: First, you don't have a choice. Second, I've never taken a bribe in my life. And third, I'm still a little drunk from earlier today so if I skip over the witty banter and move straight into coming on to you, I hope you don't take offense. Tom Hardy Julia Osborne
â The soldier we're talking to first is Dunbar. â Is he in an interrogation room? â Yes, sir. â Move him. â Why? â Interrogation rooms tend to look suspiciously like interrogation rooms which makes people uncomfortable. Is he cute? â Excuse me? â Dunbar, is he cute? â If you're not gonna take this seriously⊠â Is he handsome? Does he carry himself well? Does he look you in the eyes or down at the floor? Does he have good bones, which suggests good breeding? Does he slouch or sit up? These are questions that reveal a great deal about a man's character. Get over yourself for two-and-a-half seconds and tell me, is he cute? â Yes, sir. â Thank you. Tom Hardy Julia Osborne
â I questioned him for two hours. He didn't make a sound. â You try poking him with a stick? â Sorry, no. I didn't learn sophisticated techniques like that. Tom Hardy Julia Osborne
â Pike, surrender your sidearm for inspection. What the fuck are you doing? Have you lost your fucking mind? â You told me to relinquish⊠â Are you talking? Did you speak to me? Who the fuck told you to speak?! A Ranger never relinquishes his weapon! If George S. Motherfucking Patton rises from his holy grave and asks you for your weapon, you will not surrender your weapon. Everybody better give me a «Hoo-ha, sergeant». â Hoo-ha, sergeant! â Now, son, there are people in this world that will kill you for no damn reason other than something passing through their mind! I hail from Biloxi, Mississippi, where vanilla motherfuckers like that used to hang us from trees by our necks on a whim! Does that sound like the kind of fucking place you want to grow up? â Sergeant, no, sergeant! â Are you implying something negative about the great state of Mississippi? Nathanael West Private Jay Pike
You are incredible! If someone said «Santa Claus», you'd say: «You can't leave. We haven't explored the flying reindeer angle!» Tom Hardy