Archy Hamilton: I'll see you when I see you.
Frank Dunne: Yeah. Not if I see you first.
Morane: Let's get away from this heap of hicks.
Sgt. Casper: Son of a bitch! You could've busted his jaw.
Simms: That's right.
Sgt. Casper: We want him to talk.
Cpl. Lonnie Reece: You almost knocked his mouth straight down to his ass.
Sgt. Casper: Jesus Christ, Simms! We've got to interrogate the man. Now how the hell is he gonna talk to us if you're gonna break his fuckin' jaw?
Simms: That's his fuckin' problem.