Stackhouse: We're not supposed to fly that sector, Chris. The brass will have a shit-fit.
Chris Burnett: Hey, we're on recon so let's recon something.
Dignan: Son of a bitch! Anthony! Anthony! Bob's gone. He stole his car! He flew the coop while we were sleepin'.
Bob to Dignan and Anthony: Can I get you guys something to drink?
Dignan: Uh yeah, I'll have a Tom Collins.
Bob: I'm paying attention.
Dignan: Goddamnit! Your not paying attention if you're messin' around with the gun.
Dignan: I learned more in the 2 months I spent with Mr. Henry and this crew than I learned in 15 years of academic study.
Dignan: What do you think I was doing the whole time you were out there man? I told you Dignan got fired, out on his ass. But you didn't think about that, did you. In the end it's easier to think about yourself than it is to think about Dignan.
Dignan: We'll get him. We'll get him. Man, don't worry about that, we'll get him. And when we do, we'll blow up his car, do something. I can guarantee you that. What makes me furious is thinking about the look on Bob's fat face, thinking he pulled one over on us. I tell you another thing. If our paths cross again, you're gonna see a side of Dignan that you havent seen before. A sick, sadistic side, cause I'm furious at Bob.
Anthony: Grace thinks I'm a failure.
Dignan: What? What has she ever accomplished in her life that's so great?