May 25, 2019 | 0 Comments
Yossarian: They’re burying the kid who died on my plane the other day. Milo: How did he die? Yossarian: He got killed.
Yossarian: They’re burying the kid who died on my plane the other day. Milo: How did he die? Yossarian: He got killed.
Chaplain: Where are you going? Yossarian: I’m heading home. Chaplain: Oh… can I get you anything? Yossarian: No, thank you.
Yossarian: I can’t do this anymore.
Yossarian: Help? Hello? My balls…
Scheisskopf: How many men did we lose? Cathcart: None, sir. Scheisskopf: None? Cathcart: We were very lucky, sir. Scheisskopf: How many…
Scheisskopf: What in God’s green earth is this? Boy on Bike: Bomba, many, many bomba!
Milo: Ain’t it beautiful? What does this look like to you? Yossarian: The apocalypse.
Yossarian: You keep this, all right? This is yours, okay? You keep it, sell it, just do what you gotta do.
Yossarian: He’s nuts. He’s as crazy as a bedbug.
Yossarian: Do you know what that feels like, to be afraid of a piece of string?