Clay Busby:
Sir, if they found out they'd put my hot dog in a bun and chow down.
Richard Rascal Moore:
Yeah Luke, why go back to the daily grind of being a lifeguard? Take it easy!
Dennis Dearborn:
And if we don't drop these bombs right in the pickle barrel there are going to be a lot of innocent people killed.
Luke Sinclair:
What's the difference? They're all Nazis!
Luke Sinclair:
Fuel gauge is shot. How long can we fly on one engine?
Dennis Dearborn:
I don't know. I guess we'll find out.
[
Rascal has just blown up a fighter]
Richard Rascal Moore:
And your mother, too!
Richard Rascal Moore:
Hey is that your new plane out there?
Stan the Rookie:
Yeah, Mother and Country.
Richard Rascal Moore:
Mother and Country?
[
everyone together]
Richard Rascal Moore:
Awwww!
Stan the Rookie:
We had our first practice today.
Richard Rascal Moore:
Oh yeah? How'd it go?
Stan the Rookie:
Well, we need a couple more. If you guys have any advice...?
Sgt. Jack Bocci:
Yeah, get a gun, shoot yourself in the foot, and go home!
Eugene McVey:
Now, that's good advice!
Richard Rascal Moore:
Hey, are those size eights? How about leaving a little will saying when you get your ass shot off on your first mission that those nice, shiny new pumps come to me, huh?
Richard Rascal Moore:
Uh, we ain't going to Krautville. Our plane's broke.
Eugene McVey:
No, it's fixed.
Richard Rascal Moore:
Christ, let's go break it.
Lt. Val Kozlowski:
You try that again, and I'll kill you!
Richard Rascal Moore:
[
on seeing flak damage] There's a hole as big as my dick in the left wing.
[
Danny takes a picture of jack shaving]
Sgt. Jack Bocci:
Awwwww No! I can see it, I get back home, I'm doin' it to the wife, the door breaks open and theres Danny takin' a picture!
Sgt. Virgil Hoogesteger:
[
the cockpit is covered in blood and the pilots are shouting] Sir!, It's Tomato Soup!
Sgt. Jack Bocci:
These powdered eggs would gag a buzzard.
Lt.Col. Bruce Derringer:
[
voiceover] This is the religious one. There's always a religious one. "Eugene McVey from Cleveland." There's always one from Cleveland. "Nineteen, high-strung, always coming down with something." How'd he get in this bunch?
[
Danny takes a picture of Eugene dancing with a young woman]
Sgt. Danny "Danny Boy" Daly:
[
smiles] Hey Genie! I'm sending this to you wife!
Eugene McVey:
[
searching through the barracks] Has anyone seen my Saint Anthony's medal?
Sgt. Danny "Danny Boy" Daly:
Isn't he the patron saint of lost things?
Eugene McVey:
Yeah, I can't find it.
Lt. Phil Lowenthal:
[
in a drunken stupor] I don't want to die. I DON'T WANNA DIE! I don't wanna die...
Sgt. Danny "Danny Boy" Daly:
Hey guys, we're delayed. There's cloud cover over the target.
Sgt. Jack Bocci:
Aw, son of a bitch!
Richard Rascal Moore:
SNAFU! Situation normal...
Sgt. Danny "Danny Boy" Daly, Sgt. Jack Bocci, Richard Rascal Moore:
All fucked up!
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