Faulkner: There is a clause in all of my contracts, that my liver is to be buried separately, and, with honors.
RSM Sandy Young: "Get on your feet, you fuckin' abortion!"
Lt. Shawn Fynn: I may have a job for you.
Lt. Pieter Coetze: Thanks, I went to prison once, I didn't like it.
Sgt. Jock McTaggart: I just like to fight, with weapons or without.
Faulkner: Sandy?
RSM Sandy Young: Sir.
Faulkner: There's your killing ground. Take Tosh and four other men and set up a field of fire. Rafer and I will go deep around and take them in the flank.
RSM Sandy Young: Sir! With respect, you can stick the money up your arse that's all I can offer you sir. - I love what I do, I also love these grubby, thickheaded men I trained - you most of all and I expect to be with them and with you because I'm needed. You want to see a real revolution? Try and stop me.
Faulkner: Is your wife at home?
RSM Sandy Young: Yes sir, she'll be delighted to see you.
Faulkner: I don't think so. I think we'd better talk out here.
Faulkner: Let's talk about your father.
Sir Edward Matherson: You drink whisky I take it, soda or water?
Faulkner: Large and straight, thank you.
Lt. Shawn Fynn: That's the best news I've had since I threw up my breakfast.
Lt. Shawn Fynn: That's one of the most moving benedictions I ever heard.
Capt. Rafer Janders: Father Geoghagen... my God... I thought you were dead... long ago.
Fr. Geoghagen, the Priest: Looking at you and your guns... I am.
Faulkner: What do I call you? SIR Edward?
Sir Edward Matherson: You do.
Faulkner: Thirty men in the valley of the shadow, and he wants to take over an entire country.
Fr. Geoghagen, the Priest: Good luck to you, you Godless murderers.
Faulkner: I'm dry when I work.
Sir Edward Matherson: Yes, so I've heard.
Faulkner: There's a separate clause in my contract that says my liver is to be buried separately with honors.
Sir Edward Matherson: I'm not a very humorous man.
Faulkner: So I've noticed.
