Air America (1990)
Rob Diehl: Hey Gene, You will remember what I said?... Shhhh!
Gene Ryack: Well the problem is Rob, you and I weren't here, this conversation never happened, so I cant remember what the fuck you didn't tell me!
Rob Diehl: You know more about it than American intelligence Gene!
Gene Ryack: Rob, I wish you wouldn't use the words American Intelligence to describe what it is you do!
Gene Ryack: Here at Air America, what's considered psychotic behavior anywhere else is company policy.
Billy Covington: [Gene is loading a machine gun] Excuse me, is that an Uzi?
Gene Ryack: (glances at Babo & Billy) You know, that would make a great TV commercial? 'Excuse me, is that an Uzi?' 'Why, yes it is. Hey, self-defense is no laughing matter! That why when I want number one I pack an Uzi... accept no substitutes.'
Billy Covington: How often do you guys go on a bender like this?
Babo: Bender? This isn't a bender, this is night-time!
Billy Covington: Jesus! Who the hell is shooting at us?
Jack Neely: Over here, everybody shots at us.
Billy Covington: I don't wanna crash twice in one day!
Gene Ryack: Don't worry, I crash better that anyone I know.
Gene Ryack: Why don't you go home huh? Look at me, look at Neely, we're all a bunch of trouble junkies, we've been mainlining danger and adrenaline for so long nothing else gets us off, it's kind a sick.
Gene Ryack: Before you pick up the habit and you will pick up the habit. Go back to L.A. and be the weirdest guy in the room again. Whada you think?
Gene Ryack: I've seen things here that I could never possibly have imagined, and I've got a pretty broad imagination.
[their plane is in trouble]
Babo: We're VSF!
Billy Covington: What!
Babo: Very Severely Fucked
Senator Davenport: ...and unless my eyes deceive me...
Major Lemond: [clearly fed up] Oh they probably do!
Senator Davenport: Look here pal, I know you're a highly decorated veteran but...
Major Lemond: Senator! Kiss my 'highly decorated' ass!
[Gene has to make a decision about his cargo]
Billy Covington: Come on, You gotta do it, or you're just another version of Major Lemond, with a slightly hipper rap!
Gene Ryack: Well down here at Crazy Gene's Used Airplanes, people think we're out of our minds since we slashed the prices on our used C-123's!
Billy Covington: Gene, you cant sell the plane! It's government property!
Gene Ryack: The U.S. Government doesn't exist in Laos and neither does this plane!
Billy Covington: Good point!
Nino: STOP! No more breakings, General. You understand? Now I tell you something. I talk to Versailles. I talk to New York. They say 'opium no so good this year.' They say 'heroine been cut with baking powder.' So who fucking who, hey General? No No. I no gonna pay you same same you give me shit!
Major Lemond: Nino!
[Major Lemond walks into the kitchen]
Major Lemond: Listen to me, okay? Nino, you pay same same, or you will never use any of my airplanes again.
Nino: Okay. Okay. Pay same same.
Rob: I have to have coffee with Davenport tomorrow, what should I do then? I'll tell you what, I'll take him to the White Rose, I'll get him blown...
Lemond: No! Davenport runs the Senate prayer group. With a guy like that you don't bring up the subject of blow jobs. You wait for him to bring it up.
Rob Diehl: [Rob and Gene stare into the midst of flaming wreck where a pilot lay as emergency personnel race past] Do you think he's dead?
Gene Ryack: Well, if he's not dead, he's very calm.
General Lu Soong: Restaurant closed! Health violation! All go home now!
[restaurant patrons start running around, scared]
General Lu Soong: All finished! Everybody go now. Free dinner! Nobody pay! I do business with round eyes all my life!
General Lu Soong: For sure, no Corsican fuck me!
Billy Covington: Alright, I'm not gonna die dropping pigs from the sky! Not gonna happen!
Gene Ryack: Maybe you don't get this, but when you die that's it! End of story, blackness. They stick you in a box, cover you up with dirt, don't even let you out for weekends.
Billy Covington: What the f*** are you doing here, man? Do you believe in this war?
Gene Ryack: I used to believe in all these wars.
Gene Ryack: See, I had this theory once. I believed in the politics of Saturday night.
Billy Covington: And...?
Gene Ryack: I rated all governments and countries by how good or bad their Saturday nights were... and... I KNEW that Moscow and Peking had to be a stone DRAG at that time of the week. So I was flying for a cause. I was fighting to defend... chicken BBQs and weinee roasts, and Ray Charles songs and drinkin' Southern Comfort till you passed out behind the bar.
Billy Covington: Politics of Saturday Night. I can relate to that theory.
Gene Ryack: Yeah, it's not bad, is it? Just not particularly true, that's all. I hear they party pretty hard in Moscow.
Billy Covington: No need to give up a good theory just because it isn't true.
Billy Covington: Pilot hijinks? This is psychotic behavior.
Gene Ryack: Well, here at Air America, what is considered psychotic behavior anywhere else is just company policy.
Richard Nixon: There are *no* American combat forces in Laos.