Capt. Tom Reynolds: You live here with Nikko?
Carla Vesari: I want to tell you something, Captain, and then perhaps you'll let me alone. I live here with Nikko. So why don't you go back to the hills and play with your popguns?
Capt. Tom Reynolds: Danny, do you know anything about this guy, Regas?
Capt. Danny De Mortimer: Well... He's supposed to be in shipping, but I think he's an opium smuggler in wolf's clothing.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: What about Carla Vesari? She's quite a crock of curry.
Nautaung: America a very funny place, full of prayers and money.
Col. Fred Parkson: Want you and Danny to take a holiday. Pick any rest area in the Himalayas. Take two weeks.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: Holiday? No. Out of the question. I couldn't stay out of the hills for two weeks.
Col. Fred Parkson: Kachins got by for hundreds of years before you... and they'll get by long after I spit on your grave.
Capt. Danny De Mortimer: Whiskey! I just liberated it.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: How do you know it's not poisoned?
Capt. Danny De Mortimer: I don't, that's why I decided to share it with you.
Carla Vesari: Captain Reynolds, is this your first war?
Capt. Tom Reynolds: It is definitely my last.
Carla Vesari: I think you love it. Like most men, you relish war.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: Miss Vesari, this may come as a shock to you, but I do not like war.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: I'm not sure I can even spell democracy and I don't know what the big picture even looks like but I know you've got a big mouth.
Carla Vesari: If I stay with you, Nikko, it won't be because I'm afraid of you.
Nikko Regas: In this day and age, my dear, fear is a very good basis for a relationship.
Gen. Chao: Do you wish to speak further with me on this subject?
Gen. Sloan: In the words of an old hymn, go to hell.
