Miguel: Under British law, singing badly is not a crime.
Baxter Thwaites: How can we maintain decorum if our spiritual leader is trying to put his hand up Miss Cascara's skirt?
Delores: You prefer he put his hand up my skirt?
Baxter Thwaites: Ar least you're used to it. You won't scream.
Baxter Thwaites: From there you can return to Cuba.
Cuban 1: And face Fidel after this fiasco? No, we go to Miami. I have a cousin there.
Cuban 2: Si. We go underground and spread sedition!
Cuban 1: No, we deal coke. Like Al Pacino in Scarface.
Prime Minister: There was only one Gandhi. One anorexic little looney in a loin cloth and we lost an entire subcontinent.
[Four men's feet are protruding from beneath a bed]
Baxter Thwaites: Are you two digging a hole, or committing an unnatural act?
Delgardo: [singing] I don't care, I don't give a damn! British justice is a farce and a sham!
Delgardo: [singing] Show me no mercy, give me no bail! I'm ready and willing to go to jail!
Garfield: Right now!
Baxter Thwaites: I'm not going to send you to jail for two reasons: first, I refuse to make a martyr of you, and second, it is still being redecorated.
Miguel: I can't get the paint, boss!
Prime Minister: The Special Air Service has already been dispatched, willing to demonstrate the gratuitous violence and mayhem for which they are so rightly famous
Franklin Spender: On hearing he was about to blow up his daughter, Spender says: "We were never that close."
Baxter Thwaites: It would seem that in the eyes of the British government Cascara is the dot above the I in the word shit.
Film Director: Ok, when the rebell comes in, I'm gonna need a lot of reactions. Get me France, get me England, get me the US, get me Russia. Who's that? Sweden? Forget Sweden! They wouldn't react if the roof fell in.
Film Director: That's... uh... Ringo Whosits. And George Whatsits. It's Whosits and Whatsits together again!
Television P.A.: Isn't that Eric Clapton?
Film Director: My God it's the Concert for Cascara!
Baxter Thwaites: Smile, Sir Malcolm, as the cameras catch the dying moments of a British colony.
Sir Malcolm: Dying moments of my career, you mean. Thanks to this disaterous episode the Right Honourable Margaret Thatcher is going to have my balls.
Delores: Okay honey, stop this screwing around! I want to leave now!
Baxter Thwaites: And if she doesn't, Sir Malcolm, Delores cretainly will.
Rob: Hi, guys...
[Gets no answer]
Rob: How you doing?
[Still no answer]
Rob: Do... you... speak... English?
Garfield: I do, but my comrade will not speak until he can say Cascara is free.
Rob: Is that a political posture or a speech impediment?
Garfield: It's a promise to our people.
Rob: [laughs] Hey, that's terrific. I'm Rob Waring, this is Ben Branch. We're with SpenCo.
Garfield: The ruthless Yankee capitalists.
Rob: Of Houston, Texas.
Baxter Thwaites: We don't get too many visitors here, except people whose ships have run aground.
Reverend Eric: Almost the entire population is descended from shipwreck victims.
Baxter Thwaites: Don't underestimate your own contribution, Eric.
Baxter Thwaites: At the time, this job was a big promotion for me - youngest governor in the Caribbean. But over the years, I think my wife has resented the restraints the position imposes.
[Delores and Ben tango into the room and out again]
Baxter Thwaites: As you can see. Buenos noches, darling!
Rob: Where, uh, where did you two meet?
Baxter Thwaites: On an earlier posting of mine. I sometimes think she misses the bright lights of Guatemala City.
Kessler: Two of us will mine the rig. The explosions will be your signal to blow the cliff face. When they listen to the Rebel's broadcast, that is the time we strike. Meantime, we eat. Pierre, break out the emergency rations.
Pierre: The emergency special is carre d'agneau with beans. French, of course. Followed by green salad, cheese and fraises des bois. To accompany this we have a robust, young sensimilla which will refresh even the most cynical palate.
Delores: Do you remember "Ernesto & Delores?" I was Delores!
Baxter Thwaites: I'm sure he didn't think you were Ernesto, darling.
Charlesworth: Major "Mad Dog" Hollister, isn't it? Sandy "Take No Prisoners" Charlesworth, SAS.
Hollister: We'll have to move these civilians. Can't see the target for the limbo dancers.
Charlesworth: Those are innocent bystanders.
Hollister: There's no such thing. They're all hand in glove with the gooks.
Charlesworth: We are not in Vietnam now, Major. Those chaps carry British passports. If any of them have to die, it will be by a British bullet.