Maj. Gen. Worden: This war was not started for your private gratification, and you can be damned sure it's not being run for your personal convenience, either.
Gen. Denton: Major Reisman is heading toward a court martial of his own. He's the most ill-mannered, ill-disciplined officer that it's ever been my displeasure to meet.
Maj. Gen. Worden: You think so, Denton? You may be right. But he's sure right about one thing. Somebody up there must be a raving lunatic.
Shack: There's only one 'bo that's got the stuff to try me, and you ain't even on the list.
Boris Vaslov: They say - a bull in the ring dies a much better death, than a steer in a slaughterhouse. A bull has a chance.
Boris Vaslov: Tell me, Captain, if you had to compose your own epitaph - what would it be?
Capt. Leslie Anders: Knock it off.
Boris Vaslov: Why, that's good. That's very good.
Mike Rogo: You weren't on the streets that long! How many guys did you know! Do you realise how slim even one of those characters is on this boat.
Linda Rogo: You don't have to shout.
Mike Rogo: I said do you realise...
Linda Rogo: I heard what you said.
Linda Rogo: He only invited us because you're a Detective Lieutenant. Why don't you just go without me.
Mike Rogo: And what am I supposed to do at midnight? Kiss the Captain?
Linda Rogo: Don't knock it.
Reverend Frank Scott: Give her your shirt.
Mike Rogo: My shirt?
Linda Rogo: Come on.
Mike Rogo: Linda, next time you put something on, like I told you to put on.
Linda Rogo: Jesus Christ! What happened?
Reverend Frank Scott: We've turned over.
Linda Rogo: Shut up! Shut up! C'mon get up this goddamned ramp.
James Martin: Nobody can be as composed as you are Mrs Rogo.
Mike Rogo: This is the first trip since we got married, you know.
Linda Rogo: Yeah, and why we didn't fly I'll never know.
Linda Rogo: Just shoot me Mike. For Christ's sake just shoot me.
Mrs. Linda Rogo: I saw a young officer on deck the other day, and he looked damn familiar... even with his clothes on.
Mike Rogo: So... he recognized ya, so?
Mrs. Linda Rogo: So doesn't that bother you?
Mike Rogo: If it bothered me, I wouldn'ta married ya.
Mrs. Linda Rogo: Well first you arrested me six times.
Mike Rogo: Well I had to figure out some way to keep you off the streets... until you'd marry me.
Reverend Frank Scott: I said I was gonna get everybody out of here and goddamit I'm gonna do it.
Linda Rogo: Well, what do you want us to do?
Mike Rogo: That's enough outa you, Mister.
Mike Rogo: You! Preacher! You lyin', murderin', son of a bitch! You took from me the one thing I loved in the whole world! My Linda.
Nurse Gina Rowe: They're suppositories Mr Rogo. You don't swallow them.
Mike Rogo: Then what the hell do you do with them?
Linda Rogo: For Christ's sake! I know what to do with suppositories. Just get them outta here.
Linda Rogo: Come here, you lousy cop.
Mike Rogo: You better watch your language, Preacher. You sound like you come from the slum or something.
Linda Rogo: You son-of-a-bitch! Go help him.
Linda Rogo: I'm going next. So if ole' fat ass gets stuck, I won't get stuck behind her.
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