Tangina: Stay back! He's got the girls, and now he wants you.
Colonel: This is our coordinator, Maj. Murphy Black. Multi-decorated field officer, better known as "Killzone."
Mascher: Why do they have nicknames?
Colonel: You should know what the group is called. "BAM."
Mascher: BAM?
Colonel: Big Ass Motherfuckers.
Capt. Earl Armbruster: Just because Dellaplane had a few family problems.
Action Jackson: The man's son is a sexual psychopath! If I had family problems like that, I'd have myself neutered.
Capt. Earl Armbruster: You almost tore that boy's arm off.
Action Jackson: So? He had a spare.
Brian Flagg: In the meantime, we're your prisoners?
Dr. Meddows: Not at all, you're my patients.
Sinclair: Man, if we get outta this thing, I want you to come to the States. I'll show you some stuff that you'll never believe.
Vodovsky: No way, my friend. I'm told in the States they shoot Communists in the streets.
Sinclair: Hell, man. In Detroit, my hometown, they shoot everybody in the streets.
Wyatt Earp: It's all true, give or take a lie or two.
Sharkey: What the fuck is this?
Frank McBain: Your worst nightmare, Butt-horn.
Donald Blake: Listen, David, I know you didn't tell her, but... I think she knows, and understands.
The Tall Man: You think that when you die, you go to Heaven. You come to us.
Harry Washello: I know how this sounds, but I answered the phone out there and the guy on the other end he was very, very frantic. He thought I was his dad for a minute, I think he just had the wrong area code.
Fred the Cook: Yeah, so what?
Harry Washello: So he was calling from a missile silo! He said that they were locked in, 50 minutes and counting, to shoot off their nuclear wad. We would be getting it back in an hour and 10. I mean he meant that we're at war! Nuclear war.
Frank McCrae: He'll kill again... he enjoys killing.
Art Ridzik: Oh, great. We got a pro basketball team coming toward us - with guns.
Tara: They are gardeners and carpenters, they are not tomato men.
Richard Walker: This is an emergency. Do you understand?
U.S. Security Officer: Yes sir, I do.
Richard Walker: You understand but you don't give a damn? Is that it?
Harry Callahan: Oh you can set yourself into a bonfire and we'll break out the marshmallows and the weenies but you ain't gonna be on News at Eleven.
Vermeer: What do you think she meant when she said a huge black monster with giant claws?
Eric Visser: I don't know, but I hope your mother-in-law has an alibi.
Vermeer: UGH.