William Strannix: You're a maniac. Drown your own crew.
Commander Krill: They never liked me anyway.
Doumer: I bet they fuckin' love ya now, huh?
Jordan Tate: So, who are you? Are you like some special forces guy or something?
Casey Ryback: No, I'm just a cook.
Jordan Tate: A cook?
Casey Ryback: Just a lowly, lowly cook.
Jordan Tate: Oh my god, we're gonna die.
Casey Ryback: Keep the faith, Strannix.
Jordan Tate: You're not a cook.
Casey Ryback: Yeah, well... I also cook.
Commander Krill: I've put up with a lot of your shit just because the captain likes your cooking, but this time, he's not going to be here to save your butt.
William Strannix: I would like to see the ship's personnel file on this plain and simple cook, Mister Krill.
Commander Krill: Yes, sir.
William Strannix: PUT OUT THESE GODDAMN FIRES!
Ensign Taylor: Petty Officer Ryback.
Casey Ryback: Ensign Taylor.
Ensign Taylor: SIR.
Casey Ryback: You don't have to "sir" me, Ensign Taylor. We're casual in the galley, you know.
Ensign Taylor: I'd watch it, Ryback. We still have a week together.
Casey Ryback: I guess that means I won't get to see you go through puberty.
Taylor: Johnson, how is the Captain gonna authorize a surprise birthday party for himself?
Jordan Tate: I told you I don't like guns.
Casey Ryback: I know. Neither do I.
Casey Ryback: Krill's a maniac! Go tell the captain he spit in my soup.
Pvt. Nash: Ryback, you've got a fire in here.
Casey Ryback: Get my pies out of the oven.
Tweety Bird: Any sign of Wile E. Coyote?
William Strannix: No. Meet at the bird cage as planned, Roadrunner, out.
Krill: You're the roadrunner?
William Strannix: Yeah, never been caught. Mee-meep.
Capt. Adams: Chief, get in your dress uniform.
Casey Ryback: Sir, you know how I feel about ceremonies. I thought maybe this time, uh.
Capt. Adams: You know, if I had your ribbons, I'd wear 'em to bed.
Pitt: Shit! I lost the Phalanx, the whole thing's dead, we're sitting ducks.
Casey Ryback: Another cold day in Hell.
Tom Breaker: Look, Bill, if this is about reliving the 60's, you can forget about it, buddy. The movement is dead.
William Strannix: Yes, of course! Hence the name: movement. It moves a certain distance, then it stops, you see? A revolution gets its name by always coming back around in your face. You tried to kill me you son of a bitch... so welcome to the revolution.
Casey Ryback: You're comin' with me, you gotta be invisible. You walk by a hatch and you see the enemy, you become the hatch.
Casey Ryback: Al right, who are you and what are you doing here?
Jordan Tate: My name is Jordan Tate. I'm Miss July '89. I was hired to jump out of the cake, but I got really airsick on the way over here so this guy gave me these pills and I don't know what happened, and I guess I fell asleep.
Casey Ryback: What kind of babbling bullshit is this?
Casey Ryback: I'll tell you what. I'll carry everything if you kill whoever we run into, all right?
Jordan Tate: I have a little rule about killing people. Well, actually I have two rules. See, one: I don't date musicians, and two: I do not kill people, okay?
Casey Ryback: I'm thrilled to death to hear that, yeah. But it leaves a lot of open territory.
Answer: I was born and raised in Baton Rouge, LA. I heard plenty of Beaudreaux - Thibodeaux jokes growing up. I haven't the faintest idea what the joke was supposed to be. I ended up here trying to find the answer. Under Siege just popped up on NetFlix and I haven't seen it since I was a teenager. I stopped the video to try to look up this random joke. If it's a real Southern joke, maybe it comes from Mississippi or Arkansas.