African Girl
Mr. White Man, will my arm grow back?
Yuri Orlov
Nicolas Cage · 66 quotes
Father Orlov
5 quotes
Agent Valentine
Ethan Hawke · 4 quotes
Simeon Weisz
Ian Holm · 4 quotes
Andre Baptiste Sr.
Eamonn Walker · 3 quotes
Pilot Alexei
3 quotes
Mother Orlov
2 quotes
Army helicopter mechanic
1 quote
Closing Titles
1 quote
Most scenes together: Yuri Orlov & Father Orlov (4), Yuri Orlov & Andre Baptiste Sr. (3), Yuri Orlov & Pilot Alexei (3)
Lord of War quotes
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Monrovian Hotel Clerk (watching the OJ Simpson trial)
When I get to America, I will not live in Brentwood.
Beware of the Dog? You don't have a dog. Are you trying to scare people?
Vitaly Orlov
No, it's to scare me. Remind me to be aware of the dog in me. The dog that wants to **** everything that moves, wants to fight and kill weaker dogs. I guess it's to remind me to be more human.
Isn't being a dog part of being human? What if that's the best part of you, the dog part? What if you're really just a two-legged dog?
Vitaly Orlov
You need to see somebody.
Anatoly Orlov
Is this how you want to be remembered?
I don't want to be remembered at all. That means I'm dead.
Baptiste Jr.
Can you bring me the gun of Rambo?
Part One, Two, or Three?
Baptiste Jr.
I've only seen Part One.
The M-60. Would you like the armor piercing bullets?
Baptiste Jr.
Please.
Customs Officer
We're with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms.
Prostitute (seducing Yuri)
How can we make you happy?
By leaving.
Enjoy it.
Jack Valentine
What?
This. Tell me I'm everything you despise. That I'm the personification of evil. That I'm what- responsible for the breakdown of the fabric of society and world order. I'm a one-man genocide. Say everything you want to say to me now. Because you don't have long.
But in the Iran-Iraq War, you sold guns to both sides.
Did you ever consider that I wanted both sides to lose?
Yuri [after Baptiste told him that he had been referred to as a "Lord of War"] : It's not Lord of War, it's "Warlord".
Thank you, but I prefer it my way.
Yuri Orlov.
Mbizi You run from us?!
No, Mbizi! No!
Mbizi Can you run with no legs? Let me make him disappear, Mr. Valentine! Around here, people disappear all the time!
I can't do that!
Mbizi Look where we are. Who will know?
We will! He's gonna get what's coming to him.
Mbizi I'm not as certain.
All right, get up.
What's the charge?
What are you doing in Sierra Leone?
I'm on safari.
Yeah? You're hunting wildebeests with a submachine gun?
Do you also work with the Park Service? Hunting without a license, is that the charge?
Why are we playing games? You traffic arms.
Trade.
Trade, traffic. You get rich by giving the poorest people on the planet the means to continue killing each other. Do you know why I do what I do? I mean, there are more prestigious assignments. [sits on crate facing Yuri] Keeping track of nuclear arsenals, you'd think that more critical to world security, but it's not. No, nine out of ten war victims today are killed with assault rifles and small arms like yours. Those nuclear missiles, they sit in their silos. Your AK-47, that is the real weapon of mass destruction.
I don't want people dead, Agent Valentine. I don't put a gun to anybody's head and make them shoot. I admit, a shooting war is better for business, but I prefer people to fire my guns and miss, just as long as they're firing. [Valentine stands in frustration] Can I go now? You've got nothing on me. Except cuffs.
Since you're so concerned with the law, you must know that I'm legally permitted to hold you for twenty-four hours without charging you. You might ask why I would do that and I can assure you it's not because I enjoy your company, because I don't. No. The reason why I will delay you for every second of the permissible twenty-four hours is I am delaying your deadly trade and the deaths of your victims. I don't think of it as taking a day from you, but giving a day to them. Some innocent man, woman or child is going to have an extra day on this Earth because you're not free. So, I will see you in twenty-three hours and fifty-five minutes, hmm? [drives away and local Sierre Leonean villagers disassemble plane overnight with Yuri watching]
This is your hotel. Two stars. Can you bring me the gun of Rambo?
Part one, two or three?
I've only seen part one.
The M60. Would you like the armor-piercing bullets?
Please. My father left a welcoming present to you. Enjoy. [laughs]
These are my Kalashnikov kids, my boy brigades. I can see what you are thinking, but we need every man we can get.
Even if they're not men?
A bullet from a fourteen-year-old is just as effective as one from a forty-year-old. Often more effective. No one can stop this bath of blood.
It's not "bath of blood." It's "bloodbath."
Thank you, but I prefer it my way. I am not going to pay your asking price. We are not a rich people. Besides, the market is already flooded with your Kalashnikovs. Do you realize in some parts of my country you can get one for the price of a chicken?
But you can't just look at the unit of price. You forget ancillary costs. End user certificates need to be forged and notarized, shell companies set up, insurance purchased, pilots and crews hired, not to mention the bribes! You can't get a nut and bolt out of the Eastern Bloc without a bribe. There's one bribe for the nut, another for the bolt. Andy. Andy! Listen to me! This is an expensive proposition!
"Andy". I am going to pay you in timber or stone.
[Baptiste reaches out, opens his hand, and scatters a fistful of diamonds on his desk.]
I'll take the stones. It's kinda hard to get a tree trunk into my hand luggage. I know you're planning a new offensive. If you can delay a week, I can get you armored personnel carriers. They'll greatly reduce your casualties, and give you a significant strategic advantage.
[Andre Baptiste Sr. looks at Yuri for a moment, visibly impressed.]
You know, they call me the Lord of War. But perhaps it is you.
It's not "Lord of War", it's "Warlord".
Thank you, but I prefer it my way.
Monrovia hotel clerk friend
[watching television coverage of the 1995 murder trial of O. J. Simpson with a friend]
My God, she nearly got her head cut off!
Monrovia hotel clerk
When I get to America, I will not live in Brentwood. [Yuri enters and he holds out Yuri's hotel room key still focused on television] Second floor.
[[[w:Interpol|Interpol plane]
] is firing on Yuri's cargo plane over Sierre Leone] Yuri, what the **** is going on?!
[calling a Ukrainian army general]
Hello, Southern? It's Yuri. I am sorry to call you on this number, but I've got Interpol all over my ass!
Southern
I can't know you right now. It's uh, not a good time.
Not a good time?! Mother****er!