Blue Thunder (1983)
Jack Braddock: [after Lymangood interrupts him chewing out Murphy] You're supposed to be stupid, son. Don't abuse the privilege.
Jack Braddock: I've been trying to get you all night. Why don't you answer your fucking beeper?
Frank Murphy: I just wanna tell you, Jack, that the next time I'm suspended, so is my fucking beeper!
Jack Braddock: But there's a bright side to this, and a moral. I think morals are good for you, I love morals, and the moral of this story is: If you're walkin' on eggs, don't hop.
Frank Murphy: That's Cochrane, F.E., US Army.
Lymangood: Cochrane, F.E. What's the "F.E." stand for?
Frank Murphy: "Fuck Everybody."
[Icelan and Braddock are discussing Murphy]
Icelan: He checks his sanity with a wrist watch!
Jack Braddock: What do you check yours with, a dipstick?
Lymangood: [voice on the cockpit voice recorder] I found out what JAFO is. "Just Another Fucking Observer", huh?
Sgt. Short: This ship is equipped with a forward-mounted, twenty-millimeter electric cannon. Its six barrels are capable of firing four thousand rounds of ammunition per minute. And that, gentlemen, is one hell of a shit-storm in anybody's language!
[Murphy and Lymangood are flying a formation exercise with Cochrane]
Col. F.E. Cochrane: Come on, Keep it tight!
Lymangood: Christ! Any closer and we start eating blades!
Frank Murphy: [mimicking Cochrane's British accent] We're following his leader!
Frank Murphy: Grab your ankles and kiss your ass goodbye Jafo. We're going down.
[Murphy walks out to the pad]
Jack Braddock: Well Murph, feeling any pressure?
Frank Murphy: Yeah. About 15 pounds per square inch at sea level.
[Murphy and Lymangood are on patrol]
Lymangood: All those people. What do you suppose they're all doing down there?
Frank Murphy: Well, according to the latest statistics, about 1 million, 775 thousand of them are... getting it on!
Lymangood: That many, eh!
Frank Murphy: The rest are waiting for 'Laverne and Shirley'!
[Braddock and Murphy have watched Blue Thunder perform a selective firepower demonstration]
Icelan: Well, look at that, all the red dummies are blown to hell.
Frank Murphy: And a few white ones!
Fletcher: One civilian dead for every ten terrorists. That's an acceptable ratio.
Frank Murphy: [Leaning closer to Braddock] Unless you're one of the civilians!
[after the demonstration, Murphy and Braddock walk over to meet Blue Thunder's pilot]
Frank Murphy: [recognizes Cochrane as the pilot] Well, what do you know!
Jack Braddock: Friend of yours?
Frank Murphy: [smiling ruefully] An old war buddy. Bastard tried to have me court-martialed once.
Frank Murphy: Finally made Colonel, eh?
Col. F.E. Cochrane: If you're a nice guy, nice things happen to you.
Frank Murphy: I'll try to remember that!
Lymangood: This sucker will do everything but cook your breakfast!
Frank Murphy: Uh-oh... uh-oh. You'd better hold your nose. We're in deep shit.
Jack Braddock: Who are you fooling with that phony radio bullshit? Jesus Christ, Frank, that went out three days after Marconi invented the fucking thing!
Kress: If it was me, I'd ground him.
Jack Braddock: He'll be all right.
Kress: Personally, I wouldn't fly with him for a bull that pissed Jack Daniels.
Jack Braddock: Is that right?
Lymangood: Big Brother: on or off?
Frank Murphy: What's Big Brother?
Lymangood: The cabin mike. It records everything we say.
Frank Murphy: I think we can lose that.
Police Dispatcher: Los Angeles Mobile?
Frank Murphy: Mobile, listen get me KBLA TV!
Police Dispatcher: That number is listed in your directory sir.
Frank Murphy: Don't give me any static lady. This is a police emergency. Get me KBLA TV right now.
Frank Murphy: [watching Kate drive] You're really riding with the angels, sweetheart.
Frank Murphy: Stop calling me Sir - you sound like David Copperfield!
Frank Murphy: Lymangood, Lymangood. What brings you to Air Support?
Lymangood: Oh, I don't know, I just... I just put in for Observer. I kind of like the idea of it. no guns, no kicking in doors - quiet!
Frank Murphy: [Glancing upwards with a pleading look] Oh, yeah!
Frank Murphy: [trying to force the helicopter into doing a full flip] Come on, you tub of shit!
Frank Murphy: What's the sensitivity of those mikes?
Sgt. Short: You can hear a mouse fart at 2000 ft!
Frank Murphy: What's the sensitivity of those mikes?
Sgt. Short: You can hear a mouse fart at 2000ft!
Jack Braddock: [to Murphy] You know what they'll do with this? They'll burn you... me... your idiotic friend here... and my whole damn division. And I don't want my division burnt!
Jack Braddock: You think I don't know about that silly twit up in Encino, for Chrissakes? I had twenty years in this outfit, when your idea of a good time was sittin' in front of the TV tube, watchin' Bugs Bunny and gnawing on your fudgcicle.
[Murphy is looking over Blue Thunder's cockpit after the demonstration]
Col. F.E. Cochrane: Could have used this in 'Nam.
Frank Murphy: Could have used something.
Lymangood: Sir, what was that business with the watch? Back in the ready room, with the watch?
Frank Murphy: It's sort of a test.
Col. F.E. Cochrane: I had another stoppage! I nearly killed the lot of you on that second pass. You can tell Ordnance from me, if it happens again, I'll have their balls for breakfast!
[Murphy moves away from Cochrane]
Icelan: I didn't realize you two were acquainted.
Col. F.E. Cochrane: Only too well, I'm afraid. I'd have had that bastard up on charges if he hadn't caught some shrapnel!
Col. F.E. Cochrane: [pointing with forefinger and thumb like a gun] Catch you later!
Frank Murphy: All right, Murphy, it's time to put your money where your mouth is.
Icelan: [chasing after Braddock during a row about Murphy] He's finished! And if there's so much as a scratch on the aircraft, so are you!
Lymangood: Hey, I've got a black guy in a beanie down there! Looks like he's selling dope out of a van!
Frank Murphy: Is that a red beanie?
Lymangood: Yeah, that's him!
Frank Murphy: He's our's - undercover buy program.
Lymangood: Oh, right, right right right, yeah!
Frank Murphy: You *were* at the briefing?
Lymangood: Yes, Sir, Sir! I guess I just forgot, Sir!
Frank Murphy: [laughs] You're going to fit right in!
Frank Murphy: Orange shirt and a Cowboy hat! Whatever happened to inconspicuous?
Frank Murphy: [Watching Cochrane's Corvette pulling into a building] Oh, he's going in there!
Lymangood: Where are we?
Frank Murphy: Federal Building.
Lymangood: [after the liquor store robber shoots at them and the bullet pierces the chopper] Jesus! Christ!
Frank Murphy: Welcome to air support.
Lymangood: Hey what time do you got?
Frank Murphy: Ohh... You've been talking to Montoya haven't you?
Lymangood: Well he did say something about Encino.
Frank Murphy: Ahh what the hell." "You've been shot at, you mine as well have your picture taken too!
Lymangood: If there's one thing I admire in someone it's punctuality." "And flexibilty!
Lymangood: Hey, do you think she can see us?
Frank Murphy: All she has to do is look out the window." "Don't press on the pedals!
Jack Braddock: [to Lymangood] You think I don't know about that silly little twit up in Encino, for christsakes? I had twenty years in this outfit, when your idea of a good time was sittin' in front of the TV tube, watchin' Bugs Bunny and gnawing on your fudgesickle!
Lymangood: Thermograph check ok. Whisper mode check ok. Let's see what's on HBO tonight ok?
Jack Braddock: I've been trying to reach you all night. Why don't you answer your fucking beeper?
Frank Murphy: Because when I'm suspended, so is my fucking beeper!
Jack Braddock: [about Col. F.E. Cochrane] Irritating little cocksucker, isn't he?
Col. F.E. Cochrane: We have a ship down, somewhere in the watts area.
Col. F.E. Cochrane: Rather a near thing today huh, Murph. I heard your turbine failed or was it your flying?
Frank Murphy: Back off, asshole!
Col. F.E. Cochrane: Oh, what's this hear I threats? My what a change. We are acting brave nowadays. Are you threatning me, Murphy?
Frank Murphy: No. I'm telling you. Back off!
Col. F.E. Cochrane: Catch you later!
Sgt. Short: She don't look normal and she don't fly normal because she ain't normal!
Col. F.E. Cochrane: [about Frank Murphy] We can surgically remove him from the air like a tumor.
Col. F.E. Cochrane: Now, we're not talking about a tumor!