Riley Hale:
You know, these exercises are fantastic. When the day comes that we have to go to war against Utah, we're really gonna kick ass, y'know?
[
while fighting with Hale]
Vic Deakins:
Alright, you're bleeding, aren't ya? Well, that's good. Let's see if we can get any more out of you.
Vic Deakins:
Battle is a highly fluid situation. You - You plan on your contingencies, and I have. You keep your initiative, and I will. But what you don't do is share command. It's never a good idea.
[
on whether to disclose the loss of a stealth bomber]
Giles Prentice:
Wait. We're making a mistake.
Secretary Baird:
Giles? You, uh, have some input you wish to share with us?
Giles Prentice:
Yes, sir. Aviation Week has been following the development of the B3 for years. They have "stringers" - guys camping out in lawn chairs all night out by the Whiteman perimeter fence - watching just in case one of these things take off. Now, they're gonna know that one took off last night, and they're gonna know that it didn't come back. Now, we put out a press-release saying a C141 went down in Utah, they're gonna put two and two together. Aviation Week is gonna run a story, everyone's gonna know what really happened, and we're all gonna look extremely stupid. We're better off just telling the truth.
Secretary Baird:
The truth? How'd you get this job?
Riley Hale:
You're out of your mind.
Vic Deakins:
Yeah. Ain't it cool?
Riley Hale:
I'm serious, Deak, your mind has taken a walk off the map.
Vic Deakins:
Maybe. But I'm still gonna kick your ass.
Giles Prentice:
I don't know what's scarier, losing nuclear weapons, or that it happens so often there's actually a term for it.
[
Deakins has just activated the nuke]
Kelly:
Shut that sonuvabitch down, now! This ain't what I signed on for. I'm not ready to die, not for you.
Vic Deakins:
Everybody dies, Kelly. I'm as good a reason as any.
Terry:
Clyde, what exactly does a suspicious truck look like?
Vic Deakins:
I just realized something. I never actually killed anyone before. I mean, I dropped bombs on Baghdad, but, uh... never face to face.
[
pause]
Vic Deakins:
I don't know what the big deal is. I really don't.
Riley Hale:
Endangered dirt. That's a new one.
Vic Deakins:
Would you mind not shooting at the thermonuclear weapons?
Giles Prentice:
Just for the record, I'm not entirely a civilian. I was actually a lieutenant in the ROTC at Yale.
Major Vic Deakins:
Nah, flying doesn't mean what it used to mean to me.
Capt. Riley Hale:
Not the flying - carrying the nukes. I know you. You love having the power of God at your fingertips. You get off on it.
Pritchett:
You assured me everything would go smoothly.
Vic Deakins:
Everything is going smoothly, I assure you.
Terry:
Clyde, I'm standing here looking at half the valley and there's nothing going...
[
the B-3 flies over her extremely low]
Terry:
Holy shit.
Pritchett:
It's still my money.
Vic Deakins:
And if we succeed, you and your friends will get a ton of it.
Pritchett:
*If* we're successful?
Vic Deakins:
Look, Mr. Pritchett, I will deliver the weapons to the destination. But I can't depend and I can't guarantee that those assholes in Washington won't do something stupid like... not pay.
Pritchett:
What if they don't?
Vic Deakins:
Well, if they don't, the southwest will be a quiet neighbourhood for, uh, about ten thousand years.
[
after the explosion]
Vic Deakins:
I say god-damn what a rush.
Riley Hale:
There's no difference between you and a guy who shoots up a schoolyard. You've both got a-a head full of bad wiring.
Vic Deakins:
What was that?
Riley Hale:
You're fucked in the head, Deak.
Vic Deakins:
[
Fires wildly at him] Hah.
Riley Hale:
I pissed him off.
Vic Deakins:
Hale. Pick up. Pick up!
[
wheedling]
Vic Deakins:
C'mon buddy, pick up the 'phone.
Riley Hale:
"Buddy," huh? Son of a bitch, you tried to kill me. The friendship is over.
Vic Deakins:
Well that doesn't mean I don't like you. Hell, I'm impressed.
[
running after Riley even though he told her to go to a phone for help]
Terry:
Oh, this is a bad idea.
[
jumps on the roof of the truck with Hale]
Terry:
Hi.
Riley Hale:
[
bemused] Hi.
Vic Deakins:
Your brain presses against your skull, and it feels like this.
Terry Carmichael:
Just put it down, and I won't have to kill you.
Riley Hale:
This isn't a standoff. I've got the gun.
Kelly:
Deak, you da man.
Secretary Baird:
Guys in lawn chairs. I dunno, Giles. Sometimes you scare me.
Giles Prentice:
Hell, sir. Sometimes I scare myself.
Vic Deakins:
You just saved me 3 million dollars. I owe you one.
Terry Carmichael:
Shoot yourself. We'll call it square.
[
after Hale has shot a bad guy from between Terry's legs]
Terry Carmichael:
Wow.
Riley Hale:
That was a first for me, too.
Riley Hale:
We're only sparring, buddy.
Vic Deakins:
Care for a Coke or something?
[
last lines]
Terry:
You know you're still under arrest, Captain.
Riley Hale:
[
holding Terry's hand] Oh, yeah? Well, I guess you better take me in.
Vic Deakins:
The clock is ticking.
[
Terry attacks Max with a hammer. He easily blocks her and throws her aside]
Max:
We haven't met. I'm Max.
[
she tries again and fails]
Max:
You probably thought I was a computer nerd, didn't ya?
[
laughs]
Max:
Wrong! I was a Navy SEAL, lady. You really should see what I can do... with just my thumb.
[
he draws a pistol, Terry picks up the hammer and throws it killing him]
Riley Hale:
No, you don't understand. You see, it really *is* yours. I took it outta your wallet while you were in the shower.
Vic Deakins:
You know, Hale, I considered bringing you in on this. You know why I didn't?
Riley Hale:
'Cause I would have said "no"?
Vic Deakins:
Nah, if you had said no, I'd have just killed you. I was afraid you were gonna say yes. 'Cause you don't have the balls to go through with something like this, we both know that.
Vic Deakins:
Mr. Pritchett, would you mind stepping outside?
[
Pushes Pritchett's corpse out of the Humvee]
Pritchett:
This is out of control! I must've...
[
Deakins crushes Pritchett's throat, by striking it with a flashlight]
Vic Deakins:
[
while Pritchett chokes] Hush. Hush!
Pritchett:
Oh, God! Oh, God! How does that gunship fit into your well thought out strategy? You don't know what you're doing do you! This is out of control! I must have been...
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