Dominic Santini: Why can't we hover like regular helicopter people?
Dominic Santini: [after they've flown Airwolf into the Upper Atmosphere] Now, would mind telling me why the hell we did that?
Stringfellow Hawke: I just wanted to see if it could be done.
Michael 'Archangel' Coldsmith Briggs III: I may not be accurate about your location, but I can sure make an educated guess as to your destination. Can I assist?
Stringfellow Hawke: Yeah, you can feed my dog!
Michael 'Archangel' Coldsmith Briggs III: How'd you know I was - Sometimes, Hawke, you amaze even me. Good luck!
Dominic Santini: How come Archangel's "good luck" always sounds like "goodbye?"
Dominic Santini: Amazing! Behind that impeccable white suit beats a heart... of recyclable plastic!
Dominic Santini: Whatever happened to that flyin'-by-the-seat-of-your-pants stuff?
Stringfellow Hawke: Oh, that went out when designers started writin' their names on your behind!
Stringfellow Hawke: [to Nhi Huong, as he figures out the "American name" she plans to give her son] Stringfellow's no name for a kid like that!
Michael 'Archangel' Coldsmith Briggs III: Oh, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll just go stare at the lake.
Le Van 'Half-Pint' Hawke: I was so scared for you.
Stringfellow Hawke: They were no match for the Lady.
Michael Archangel: Come 'on Marlene; there must be something out here that desperately needs our attention.
Stringfellow Hawke: You know Half-Pint, How about coming and living with me? I'll make you part of the family, like Caitlan and Dom.
Le Van 'Half-Pint' Hawke: But what if your brother comes back, and it turns out he's not my dad?
Stringfellow Hawke: I'll be your dad.