Lt. Cmdr. James Block: Yankee Doodle Floppy Disk, this is Foxtrot Zulu Milk Shake…
Topper Harley: [I] could never find time for love–too heavy–it’s an anchor that drowns a man. Besides, I’ve got the sky, the smell of jet exhaust, my bike.
Pete “Dead Meat” Thompson: A loner.
Topper Harley: No, I own it.
Admr. Benson: I’ve personally flown over a hundred-ninety-four missions and I was shot down every one. Come to think of it, I’ve never landed a plane in my life.
President Thomas ‘Tug’ Benson: We’ll do this the old navy way. First one to die… loses!
Michelle Huddleson: Now we have to go in to get the men who went in to get the men who went in to get the men.
President Thomas ‘Tug’ Benson: Here’s the target area.
Himself: That’s Minnesota, sir.
President Thomas ‘Tug’ Benson: Damn it, man, that’s the genius of my plan. Why go over there to fight? We can do it right here at home.
Himself: Sir, the enemy is over there.
President Thomas ‘Tug’ Benson: Then we’ll fly them over here. Their families too. We’ll teach them to skate… Do I have to think of everything?
Dexter: You don’t understand. I can’t walk… they’ve tied my shoelaces together.
Topper Harley: A knot. *******s!
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