Napoleon Stone: You are dancing around with a cheeseburger.
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: We'll talk again. I believe tomorrow morning you'll find you've got a team, want one or not.
Pfc. Franklin Fairchild Bean: I will not.
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: I will not, sergeant! That's a gig, Lamar.
Cpl. Harold Lamar: Gig for Bean.
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: And gigs mean trouble.
Jack Merridew: Whats this dumbshit I hear about a monster? We're gonna have to send you back to kindergarten.
Larry: I'm serious.
Jack Merridew: Ok what kind of monster? Did it have fur and poison fangs, or long slimy tentacles?
Larry: It growled and it came out of me and it's mouth, it was wet.
Luke: Maybe it was a bear.
Roger: Sounds more like a reptile.
Jack Merridew: Sounds more like bullshit.
Marvin Libner: Work, huh, responsibility. Don't these words mean anything to you?
Robert 'Bobby' Libner: Duh.
Huey Walker: You know, Buckner, if it hadn't've been for you, I'd be in a warm cell right now.
John Buckner: Yeah, being beaten by a nice, warm, rubber hose.
Guildenstern: You can't do death!
The Player: On the contrary. It's what we do best. We have to exploit whatever talent is given to us, and our talent is for dying. We can die heroically, comically, ironically, sadly, suddenly, slowly, disgustingly, charmingly or from a great height! (01:11:52)
Bobby Duran: How many times have you lost everything Jack?
Cassidy: Well congratulations. You just received the first battlefield commission of this war, whatever the hell this thing is.
Hooker: I'll take the job, Major. You can keep the bars.
Frank Sutton: So you're a tough guy, huh?
Harry Madox: No, you're the tough guy. I'm worse.