Other Titles • Scent of a Woman • Der Duft der Frauen (1993)
Quotes from Scent of a Woman (1992)
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Out of order, I show you out of order. You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask. I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a FLAMETHROWER to this place! Out of order? Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to? I've been around, you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen. Boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there isn't nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are... executin' his soul! And why? Because he's not a Bairdman. Bairdmen. You hurt this boy, you're gonna be Baird bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, FUCK YOU TOO!
(25 votes)
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Ooh, but I still smell her. [inhales deeply through nose] Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here.
(22 votes)
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: When in doubt... fuck.
(13 votes)
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Haven't you heard? CONSCIENCE is daihed. Charlie Simms: No, I haven't heard. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Well, then, take the fuckin' WAX outta your ears! GROW UP! It's fuck your buddy. Cheat on your wife. Call your mother on Mother's Day. Charlie, it's all shit.
(13 votes)
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: You're in no position disagree with me, boy. I got a loaded .45 here. You got pimples.
(7 votes)
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"Hoo-hah!"--Slade
(5 votes)
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[Slade knew her face cleanser, by scent] Donna: Ah, that's amazing. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Well, I'm in the amazing business.
(3 votes)
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: The day we stop lookin', Charlie, is the day we die.
(3 votes)
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Your father pedals car telephones at a 300 percent markup. Your mother works on heavy commission at a camera store. Graduated to it from espresso machines. Hah! [pause] Lt. Col. Frank Slade: What are you, dying of some wasting disease? Charlie Simms: No, I'm right - I'm right here. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: I know exactly where your body is. What I'm looking for is some indication of a brain. Too much football without a helmet? Hah! Lyndon's line on Gerry Ford. Deputy debriefer, Paris, peace talks, '68. Snagged a silver star and a silver bar. Threw me into G-2. Charlie Simms: G-2? Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Intelligence. Of which you have none.
(3 votes)
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: [shouting] I'm in the dark, here!
(2 votes)
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Well, gentlemen, when the shit hits the fan, some guys run and some guys stay.
(2 votes)
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: It's a great day for singing a song / It's a great day for moving along / It's a great day for morning to night / It's a great day for everybody's plight.
(2 votes)
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: You've been the sugar business for so long, you've forgetten the taste of real honey!
(2 votes)
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Uh-oh, we got a moron here.
(2 votes)
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Oh, where do I go from here, Charlie? Charlie Simms: If you're tangled up, just tango on. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: You askin' me to dance, Charlie?
(1 vote)
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"[A] bunch of runny-nosed snots in tweed jackets, all studying to be George Bush."-- Slade (Al Pacino) to Charlie Simms (Chris O'Donnell), referring to his Charlie's boarding school classmates
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"You're not bad. You're just in pain."--Simms to Frank Slade (Al Pacino)
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"You can dance the tango and drive a Ferrari better than anyone I've ever seen."-- Charlie to Slade
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"You've never seen anyone do either."-- Slade to Charlie
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"If I were the man I was ten years ago, I'd take a flamethrower to this place!"--Slade to Simms's school authorities
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Oh, uh, Charlie - about your little problem - there are two kinds of people in this world: those who stand up and face the music, and those who run for cover. Cover is better.
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Don't shrug, imbecile. I'm blind. Save your body language for the bimbi.
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Randy: You wanta know the truth? Lt. Col. Frank Slade: You got a handle on that, do you, Randy? Randy: He was an asshole before. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Whoo-ah! Randy: Now all he is is a blind asshole. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Whoo-ah. Randy: Hey, God's a funny guy. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: God doth have a sense of humor. Randy: Maybe God thinks some people don't deserve to see. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Whoo-ah. Hah!
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Tickets. Money. Speech. Old Washington joke... from my days with Lyndon.
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Just call me Frank. Call me Mr. Slade. Call me... Colonel, if you must, just don't call me 'Sir'. Charlie Simms: All right. Colonel.
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: You sharpshootin' me, punk? Is that what you're doin'? Don't you sharpshoot me! You'll give me forty. Then you're gonna give me forty more. Then you're gonna pull K.P., the grease pit! I'll rub your NOSE in enlisted men's CRUD till you don't know WHICH END IS UP! YOU UNDERSTAND?
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Can't believe they're my blood. I.Q. of sloths and the manners of banshees. He's a mechanic, she's a homemaker. He knows as much about cars as a beauty queen, and she bakes cookies, taste like wing nuts. As for the tots, they're twits.
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: I don't know if Charlie's silence here today is right or wrong; I'm not a judge or jury. But I can tell you this: he won't sell anybody out to buy his future!
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: How's your skin, son? Charlie Simms: My skin, sir? Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Oh, for Christ's sake.
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Touch me again, I'll kill ya, you little son-of-a-bitch! I touch you. Understand?
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Clear them little bottles off. And when I get off the phone here, call up Hyman and tell him I want it wall to wall with John Daniels. Charlie Simms: Don't you mean Jack Daniels? Lt. Col. Frank Slade: He may be Jack to you son, but when you've known him as long as I have... that's a joke.
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