Sergeant James Dunn: You live alone?
Dr. Victoria Constantini: No, I, I have a boyfriend. He's a cop.
Sergeant James Dunn: You don't have a boyfriend.
Dr. Victoria Constantini: How do you know?
Sergeant James Dunn: There's five empty buckets of Häagen-Dazs in your trash, your legs are stubbly and your hair color needs a touch-up.
General Adam Woodward: I want every swingin' dick down there! Pull the noose tight and drop him like a bad habit! This man dies tonight, gentlemen.
Lt. Col. Grant Casey: Now... Mr. Dunn, you listen here.
Sergeant James Dunn: No, you listen here. I'm not interested in joining anybody's goon squad. So you and George Forehead over here can just step off.