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.
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.
Wireless Operator: A test message from the Proteus, sir. Miss Peterson has smiled.
Col. Donald Reid: Well, that's an auspicious sign.
Duc De Pommfrit: Come here, you little vixen.
Desiree Dubarry: Oh, get off! Stop it.
Cook: Water! Thirsty! Sick man.
Gen. Mike Randolph: And now, God help them, 'cause that's all the help they'll get from us.
Mr. Cramden: Flint, the world's in trouble.
Derek Flint: Well, it usually is, but it manages to extricate itself without my help.
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.