Murdock: Well, Hannibal, you be my eyes, and I'll bring this sucker home.
Hannibal: You're on.
B.A. Baracus: This is my worst nightmare.
Face: Where's Murdock? I had the field trip to the newspaper office all set up. I hope you didn't blow it, Amy.
Amy Amanda Allen: Murdock wasn't even at the hospital. Fact, when I got there they were moving his things out of his room. The front desk said the administration had made a change...
B.A. Baracus: What kind of a change can they make with a dude like that? Aside from giving him a new brain?
Airline pilot Larry Hertzog: Mr. Beller is out raising the rest of the 5 million. He'll be with you as fast as he can.
Jackson: Well he'd better get it, otherwise were gonna turn this plane into a boat.
Jackson: [Pulls a fake moustache off of Hannibal's face] It seems you've lost some weight, Mr. Beller.
Face: He's been sick.
Hannibal: Yeah, a virus. Haven't been able to eat for weeks. Runny nose, infected ears. Moustache falls off.
B.A. Baracus: Listen Murdock, I'm only gonna say this once. Don't be messing round up here. You tell Hannibal how to get this thing down. Couse I'm scared. And when I'm scared I tend to get mean. And you don't ever wanna see me mean.
Airline pilot Larry Hertzog: Have you had any flight experience, Smith?
Hannibal: Paper airplanes, does that count?
Murdock: [B.A. tries to jump out of the moving plane] B.A., do you want to kill yourself?
B.A. Baracus: If we have to fly, I do!
Face: [trying to come in for a landing with no fuel] When we crash...
B.A. Baracus: [panicked, clings to Hannibal and chokes him] We gonna crash? We gonna crash?
Hannibal: Face, get him off of me. Get him off me Face!
[Face beats B.A. with a metal tray repeatedly]
B.A. Baracus: [calmer] Sorry fellas, I lost my head for a second.
Jackson: Did you put someone on this plane while we stopped to re-fuel? Come on, I ain't askin' you twice!
Face: I wanted to bring my pet cat, but I didn't have a kitty carrier.
Hannibal: [hears tapping under the floor] Sounds like Morse code.
Face: No, probably a slow leak in the hydraulic system.
Hannibal: It is Morse code, it's Murdock... he's saying, go to... lavatory.
Face: I can't, I went before I left.
Hannibal: Now who's making jokes?
Face: [trying to get the handcuffs off to go in the restroom] Come on, what am I going to do, flush myself down the toilet?
Face: Oh, so now we're in the charity business?
Hannibal: Face, don't you remember in '69 when we had six days of R&R coming?
Face: Yeah, we tried to get that flight out of Da Nang to Hawaii.
Hannibal: Right, all the flights were booked. Beller Air bumped two tourists and we got a flight out. We owe 'em this one.
Hannibal: Military history has taught us that conflict is merely the seizing of space from ones aggressor. They've got the space up there, we got the offensive posture down here.
Face: So the two of us assume an offensive posture against six guys with guns in an airplane at 35.000 over the ocean?
Hannibal: Well, it's the application of the theory that's interesting.
Jackson: Who are you?
Hannibal: [removing his wig] Were a couple of ah, freelance Lone Ranger types. Beller hired us to handle you guys.
Face: Lone Ranger types?
Jackson: All right. Get back to the luggage compartment and get the parachutes. We're bailing out just as soon as we're out of range of the radar. Unless you have wings, you're dead. And you and Tonto can crack your lousy jokes as you go into the ocean.
Face: Get 'em up, Scout!
Murdock: [Less than enthusiastic] Hi doc.
T.K.: Murdock! Murdock, I want you to tell these men that I am an emissary from the planet Fargo and that I am here to release Commandant Gutar from the enemies of the Dark Star!