Scott: Wow. He really has beautiful ears.
Scott: Excuse me? You should check on your driver, pal. He don't look too hot.
Veronica: How can you be so damn calm? I mean, your buddies back there just shot enough ammo at us to destroy Eastern Europe, and you're sitting here bitching at me about a goddamned seat belt?
Veronica: I figured you had to be French or something because of your accent.
Luc: What accent?
Woodward: Colonel Perry. We killed an innocent man.
Colonel Perry: What do you suggest we do, Woodward? Let that reporter run off with one of our UniSols?
Woodward: We can't just cover this up. We have a moral obligation to tell the truth about this.
Colonel Perry: I thought you were more clever than that, Woodward. This whole goddamn program is off the shelf. Do you really think for one second those wimps at the Pentagon... would allow the regeneration of dead soldiers, American soldiers?
Luc: You're discharged... Sarge.
Veronica: Oh man, I'd kill for a cigarette right now.
Luc: You'd kill someone for a cigarette?
Veronica: No. It's an expression, a figure of speech. I wouldn't exactly kill someone for a cigarette. I'd hurt them real bad at this point, but I won't kill 'em.
Luc: I just want to go home.
Scott: You can't run from this war soldier! Not under my command. You're growing weak. You should have taken your... medication.
Scott: Are we having fun yet?
Veronica: All right look. Do you have a family, a friend? Is there a Misses Fourty-Four waiting for you some place?
Scott: Say good night, asshole.
Luc: Good night, asshole.
