General Harlan Bache: Was I scared! I must have lost fifty pounds, all of it brown.
Brian Moreland: They want us to be good little boys now so we can fight some war for them in the future. Some war they'll decide on. We'd rather fight our own war right now.
David Shawn: Take off that berret.
Alex Dwyer: What the hell were you doing back there?
David Shawn: At least I had your ass over the grinder and it's okay enough to thank me, shithead.
Brian Moreland: Hut! What's the problem?
Alex Dwyer: The problem is that this asshole just shot the town.
Brian Moreland: We have a home here. We think it's something worth defending.
Brian Moreland: Honor doesn't count for shit when you're looking at a dead little boy.
Brian Moreland: Don't let friendship keep you here.
Alex Dwyer: Don't worry.
Colonel Kerby: You're not a soldier! I'm a soldier, with the career goal of all soldiers - staying alive in situations where it ain't all that easy to do! You're a death-lover. Some sorry son of a bitch has got you convinced that dying for a cause is oh, so romantic. Well, that's the worst kind of all the kinds of bullshit there is.
J.C. Pierce: Dwyer, this is starting to be a real emergency situation here.
