Colonel Edward Galson: So I hear you're a faggot.
Tobias Beecher: Whether I am or not, what's it to you?
Colonel Edward Galson: Lights go out, I don't want you getting any ideas.
Tobias Beecher: Trust me, Colonel, I'm never gonna get that horny.
Colonel Edward Galson: As long as we understand each other. Fucking faggots are ruining the military. "Don't ask, don't tell" my ass.
Tobias Beecher: I agree. You know, I think the military should stay the way it's always been. A bunch of redneck he-men who murder children and rape women.
Colonel Edward Galson: You making a joke of me?
Tobias Beecher: Seems like you're doing a pretty good job on your own.
Augustus Hill: Why didn't you let me have the paper route?
Burr Redding: What?
Augustus Hill: When I was ten, I wanted a paper route. Instead, you put me on the street, selling drugs.
Burr Redding: So, what do you want? An apology? Well, you ain't getting it! When your father died in 'Nam, I swore to him I'd look out for you, and I did.
Augustus Hill: How in the fuck did you do that?
Burr Redding: I taught you how to do the only thing I knew how. I kept you alive, I kept you fed, and I helped keep a roof over you and your mother's head!
Augustus Hill: Bullshit! The fact of the matter is, I wouldn't be in Oz, I wouldn't be in this chair, if you had only let me have the fucking paper route!
Augustus Hill: They say that every snowflake is different. But how can they really be sure? I mean, think about all the snowflakes that have fallen all over the world throughout Earth's history. The law of averages dictates that at least two of them had to be similar. Like human beings, like the men in Oz, even if they start out unique, they end up the same.