Sheriff J. P. Harrah: What the hell are you doin' here?
Cole: I'm lookin' at a tin star with a... drunk pinned on it.
Man With No Name: The way I figure, there's really not too much future with a sawed-off runt like you.
J.W. Grant: You bastard.
Rico: Yes sir. In my case an accident of birth. But you, you're a self-made man.
Kettering: No confirmation, no claim. That's a squadron rule.
Bruno Stachel: But I saw it! It was a kill.
Kettering: Then, you have the deep satisfaction of knowing you have served the Fatherland.
Duc De Pommfrit: Come here, you little vixen.
Desiree Dubarry: Oh, get off! Stop it.
Gila: Where are you going?
Derek Flint: I'm going to put Galaxy into orbit.
Coco Duquette: I hate you for what you're doing to him.
Julian Wall: Your way didn't work.
Coco Duquette: You stick to your television programs. And I'll stick to mine.
Cook: Water! Thirsty! Sick man.
