Clay Busby: Sir, if they found out they'd put my hot dog in a bun and chow down.
Richard Rascal Moore: Yeah Luke, why go back to the daily grind of being a lifeguard? Take it easy!
Dennis Dearborn: And if we don't drop these bombs right in the pickle barrel there are going to be a lot of innocent people killed.
Luke Sinclair: What's the difference? They're all Nazis!
Luke Sinclair: Fuel gauge is shot. How long can we fly on one engine?
Dennis Dearborn: I don't know. I guess we'll find out.
[Rascal has just blown up a fighter]
Richard Rascal Moore: And your mother, too!
Richard Rascal Moore: Hey is that your new plane out there?
Stan the Rookie: Yeah, Mother and Country.
Richard Rascal Moore: Mother and Country?
Richard Rascal Moore: Awwww!
Stan the Rookie: We had our first practice today.
Richard Rascal Moore: Oh yeah? How'd it go?
Stan the Rookie: Well, we need a couple more. If you guys have any advice...?
Sgt. Jack Bocci: Yeah, get a gun, shoot yourself in the foot, and go home!
Eugene McVey: Now, that's good advice!
Richard Rascal Moore: Hey, are those size eights? How about leaving a little will saying when you get your ass shot off on your first mission that those nice, shiny new pumps come to me, huh?
Richard Rascal Moore: Uh, we ain't going to Krautville. Our plane's broke.
Eugene McVey: No, it's fixed.
Richard Rascal Moore: Christ, let's go break it.
Lt. Val Kozlowski: You try that again, and I'll kill you!
Richard Rascal Moore: [on seeing flak damage] There's a hole as big as my dick in the left wing.
[Danny takes a picture of jack shaving]
Sgt. Jack Bocci: Awwwww No! I can see it, I get back home, I'm doin' it to the wife, the door breaks open and theres Danny takin' a picture!
Sgt. Virgil Hoogesteger: [the cockpit is covered in blood and the pilots are shouting] Sir!, It's Tomato Soup!
Sgt. Jack Bocci: These powdered eggs would gag a buzzard.
Lt.Col. Bruce Derringer: [voiceover] This is the religious one. There's always a religious one. "Eugene McVey from Cleveland." There's always one from Cleveland. "Nineteen, high-strung, always coming down with something." How'd he get in this bunch?
[Danny takes a picture of Eugene dancing with a young woman]
Sgt. Danny "Danny Boy" Daly: [smiles] Hey Genie! I'm sending this to you wife!
Eugene McVey: [searching through the barracks] Has anyone seen my Saint Anthony's medal?
Sgt. Danny "Danny Boy" Daly: Isn't he the patron saint of lost things?
Eugene McVey: Yeah, I can't find it.
Lt. Phil Lowenthal: [in a drunken stupor] I don't want to die. I DON'T WANNA DIE! I don't wanna die...
Sgt. Danny "Danny Boy" Daly: Hey guys, we're delayed. There's cloud cover over the target.
Sgt. Jack Bocci: Aw, son of a bitch!
Richard Rascal Moore: SNAFU! Situation normal...
Sgt. Virgil Hoogesteger: I know exactly what I'm gonna do...
Richard Rascal Moore: Oh God, Virg, if I have to hear one more word about that stupid restaurant...
Sgt. Virgil Hoogesteger: It's not stupid! At least I've got a plan! What are you gonna do after the war, huh?
Richard Rascal Moore: Come to your restaurant and rob it!
Richard Rascal Moore: [a German fighter has just passed extremely close under the belly of the plane, right past Rascal] That guy had blue eyes!