Postman: I know you. You're...famous. Tom Petty: I was.
Postman: When I was a kid, we all wore our hats backwards.
We thought it was cool.
The Postman: It takes one postman to make someone else a
postman. Ford Lincoln Mercury: Sorta like vampires, huh?
[Clutching a spoon as a weapon] The Postman: Don't make
me use this.
Bethlehem: I was at the Battle of Georgetown; I watched
the White House burn to the ground!
Bethlehem: Great men were made by other great men. Patton
had Rommel. Grant had Lee!
The Postman: Once more into the breach, my friends, once
more. We'll close the wall with our dead. In peace, nothing
so becomes a man as modesty and humility, but when the blast
of war blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the
tiger, summon up the blood, disguise fair nature with rage
and lend the eye a terrible aspect.
Sheriff: You're nothing but a drifter who found a bag of
mail.
Postman: The President's name... is Richard Starkey!
The Postman: Tell me something: how much mail can a dead
Postman deliver?
The Postman: Wouldn't it be great if wars could be fought
by the same assholes who started them?
The Postman: You're no general. You're not even a good painter.
Abby: You made Mrs. March feel like she could see again.
You made Ford believe he was part of something. You give
out hope like it was candy in your pocket.
