[Randy is crying.]
Dr. Rumack: Randy, are you all right?
Randy: Oh, Dr. Rumack, I'm scared. I've never been so scared. And besides, I'm twenty-six and I'm not married.
Dr. Rumack: We're going to make it, you've got to believe that.
Mrs. Hammen: Dr. Rumack, do you have any idea when we'll be landing?
Dr. Rumack: Pretty soon. How are you holding up?
Mrs. Hammen: Well, to be honest, I've never been so scared. But, at least I have a husband.
[Randy cries even harder.].
Rex Kramer: All right, I'll need three men up at the tower. You, Neubauer. You, Macias.
Johnny: Me, John, big tree!
Male PA announcer: The red zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. There is no stopping in a white zone.
Female PA announcer: No, the white zone is for loading. There is no stopping in the red zone.
Male PA announcer: The red zone has always been for loading.
Female PA announcer: Don't you tell me which zone is for loading and which zone is for unloading.
Male PA announcer: Look Betty - don't start up with your white zone shit again! There is just no stopping in a white zone!
Female PA announcer: Oh really, Vernon? Why pretend? We both know perfectly well what this is about. You want me to have an abortion!
Male PA announcer: It's really the only sensible thing to do, if it's done safely. Therapeutically, there is no danger involved.
Ted Striker: It was a rough place - the seediest dive on the wharf. Populated with every reject and cutthroat from Bombay to Calcutta. It's worse than Detroit.
Rumack: Elaine, you're a member of this crew. Can you face some unpleasant facts?
Elaine Dickinson: No.
Ted Striker: Because of my mistake, six men didn't return from that raid.
Elaine Dickinson: Seven. Lieutenant Zip died this morning.
Rex Kramer: Do you know what it's like to fall in the mud and get kicked... In the head... With an iron boot? Of course you don't, no one does. It never happens. It's a dumb question... Skip it.
Rex Kramer: Striker, listen, and you listen close: flying a plane is no different than riding a bicycle, just a lot harder to put baseball cards in the spokes.
Randy: Can I get you something?
Jive Brother 1: Smo fo buttah layin' to the bone, jackin' me up...tightly!
Randy: I'm sorry. I don't understand.
Jive Brother 2: Cutty say he can't hang!
Jive Lady: Oh, stewardess. I speak jive.
Randy: Oh, good.
Jive Lady: He said that he's in great pain and he wants to know if you can help him.
Randy: Would you tell him to just relax, and I'll be back as soon as I can with some medicene.
Jive Lady: Jes hang loose, blood. She gonna catch up on the rebound a da medicide.
Jive Brother 1: What it is big mama? My mama didn't raise no dummy; I dug her rap!
Jive Lady: Cut me some slack, jack! Chump don' want no help, chump don' git no help. Jive ass dude don' got no brains anyhow!