Director: Franklin J. Schaffner | Genre: Biography, Drama, War
Released: 1970 | Runtime: 172 min
The World War II phase of the career of the controversial American general, George S. Patton.
[ first lines ]
Patton : Now I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.
[ Visiting an ancient battlefield ]
Patton : The Carthaginians defending the city were attacked by three Roman legions. The Carthaginians were proud and brave but they couldn't hold. They were massacred. Arab women stripped them of their tunics and their swords and lances. The soldiers lay naked in the sun. Two thousand years ago. I was here.
[ Outmaneuvering Rommel ]
Patton : [ referring to Rommel's book, 'Infantry Attacks' or 'Infanterie greift an' ] Rommel... you magnificent bastard, *I read your book*!
Patton : Now there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying that "we are holding our position." We're not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose and we're going to kick him in the ass. We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we're going to go through him like crap through a goose!
Capt. Oskar Steiger: [inside the German bunker] Sir, the Americans have taken Palermo!
General Alfred Jodl: Damn!
Messenger: [after pulling up to Monty's command post] Sir, Patton's taken Palermo!
Field Marshal Sir Bernard Law Montgomery: Damn!
Moroccan Minister: [Morroccan Minister speaking to Patton,in presenting award, immediately after placing medal around Patton's neck] The lions in their dens tremble at his approach.
Patton: Despicable. That's the first time anyone's ever applied that word to me.
[about his pistol grips]
Patton: They're ivory. Only a pimp from a cheap New Orleans whorehouse would carry a pearl-handled pistol.
Patton: [voiceover] For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of a triumph - a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting.