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I love great movie speeches. Don’t you? Here are maybe my four top movie speeches of all time–as I remember them.

Though you may have to forgive me. The seventh graders down the hall started dissecting things this week. I may be a little foggy on exact wording for a few of these.

1. Robert Duvall, Apocalypse Now (1979)

You smell that? Do you smell that? Squid, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of dead squid in the morning. You know, one time we dissected squid all day. When it was all over I walked up. We didn’t find one of ’em, not one stinkin’ squid body that wasn’t all cut up. The smell, you know that formaldehyde smell, the whole school. Smelled like… victory. Someday this school year’s gonna end…

2. Jack Nicholson, A Few Good Men (1992)

You can’t handle the smell! Son, we live in a world that has smells, and those smells have to be guarded by science geeks holding trays of dead Invertebrates. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Mr Broeren? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for five paragraph essays, and you curse the parts of speech. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know – that squids death, while tragic, probably saved lives; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.

3. Marlon Brando, On The Waterfront (1954)

Remember that morning in science? You came down to my table and you said ‘kid, this ain’t your piglet. We’re going for the fat piggy’… You was my brother, Charlie. You shoulda looked out for me a little bit so I wouldn’t have to take them dull scalpel blades for the short-end money. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender -dissecter.  I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum. Which is what I am. Let’s face it.

4. Clint Eastwood, Dirty Harry (1971)

I know what you’re thinking. Did he dissect six worms or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I’ve kinda lost track myself. But being as this is a bag of dead smelly worms, the most powerfully smelly bag of worms in the world, and would blow your head clean off if I opened it, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky?’ Well, do ya punk?