Scent of a Woman1992

Col. Slade:
You break my heart, son. All my life I stood up to everyone and everything because it made me feel important. You do it... because you mean it. You got integrity, Charlie. I don't know whether to shoot you, or adopt you.

Charlie:
Not much of a choice, is it, sir?

Col. Slade:
Oh, don't get cute, son.

Charlie:
Colonel, could you please put the gun away?

Col. Slade:
I asked you a question. Do you want me to adopt you, or don't you?

Charlie:
Please, I mean... you're just in a slump right now.

Col. Slade:
Slump? No slump, Charlie. I'm bad. I'm not bad, no; I'm rotten.

Charlie:
You're not bad. You're just in pain.

Col. Slade:
What do you know about pain? You little snail dart from the Pacific Northwest? F*** you know about pain?

Charlie:
Lemme have the gun, Colonel.

[Charlie steps forward; Slade c*cks the M1911.]

Col. Slade:
No time to grow a dick, son.

Charlie:
Just-just gimme the gun, all right, Colonel?

Col. Slade:
I'm talkin' a parade ground. Ten-hut! [Charlie moves forward again.] Soldier, that was a direct order.

Charlie:
The gun.

Col. Slade:
You can stay or you can leave.

Charlie:
I'm staying.

Col. Slade:
Either way, I'm gonna do this thing. Now why don't you leave, and spare yourself?

'Charlie:
Let me have the gun, Colonel.

Col. Slade:
I'm gonna give myself a count. You need a count for balance. Five... four... three... two... one... F*** it. [As Slade raises the M1911 to his temple, Charlie charges him, and the two struggle over the pistol. Slade quickly overpowers Charlie and pins him against a wall.] GET OUTTA HERE!

Charlie:
I'm staying right here!

Col. Slade:
GET OUTTA HERE!

Charlie:
I'm staying right here!

Col. Slade:
I'm gonna blow your f***in' head off!

Charlie:
Then do it! You wanna do it, do it! Let's go!

Col. Slade:
Get outta here!

Charlie:
So you f***ed up, alright? So what?! Everybody does! Get on with your life, would you?!

Col. Slade:
WHAT LIFE?! I GOT NO LIFE! I'm in the dark here, understand?! I'm in the dark!

Charlie:
Then give up. You wanna give up? Give up. 'Cause I'm givin' up, too. You said I'm through; you're right, I am through. We're both through, it's all over. So get on with it. Let's f***in' do it! Let's f***in'- pull the trigger, you miserable, blind motherf***er!

Col. Slade:
Here we go, Charlie.

Charlie:
I'm ready.

Col. Slade:
You don't wanna die.

Charlie:
Neither do you.

Col. Slade:
Give me one reason not to.

Charlie:
I'll give you two. You can dance the tango and drive a Ferrari better than anyone I've ever seen.

Col. Slade:
[Lowers the pistol] You haven't seen anyone do either.