RAF operator: Sir! Radar tracking reports signs of a staggered sector scramble, Northern and Southern boarder squadrons, Red Air Force. Heavy coded trafic between Biliysk and the Red Banner Fleet. Predicted activity indicates a definite lift off.
Buckholz: He's up! Great mother of god, he's up.
Maj. Gant: But you want me to fly?
Buckholz: Yes, we want you to fly. We want you to fly the greatest warplane ever built.
Maj. Gant: Aren't you gonna threaten me or something?
First Secretary: I will do so, if that is what you wish. But first I will merely ask you to return what does not belong to you.
Maj. Gant: All right. The bait's been swallowed. Let's head north to the Urals.
Upenskoy: Fighting city hall, as you put it, is a freedom we do not enjoy.