The A-Team (1983–1987)
Mr. T: B.A. Baracus
B.A. Baracus : Shut up, fool.
Hannibal : [the team has been captured by a cult] Hey, Face, what do think these guys are wearing under their skirts?
Face : Uh, I don't know.
[to closest Cult Member]
Face : Half slip?
[gets hit in gut with a rifle butt]
Face : Ohh!
Hannibal : [to closest cult member] Garter belt?
[gets hit in the gut with a rifle butt]
Hannibal : Arrgh!
B.A. Baracus : I think you guys wear panty hose!
[gets hit. Doesn't react]
B.A. Baracus : I ain't goin' on no airplane!
[Face, B.A., and Murdoch are squeezed into the back seat of a car]
Murdock : There isn't room for four of us?
B.A. Baracus : What? What do you mean four, sucker?
B.A. Baracus : There's three of us, you fool!
Face : Better say three, Murdock, or he's going to bounce you down the hyphenated line.
B.A. Baracus : We're flying this time, aren't we?
Hannibal : Yes, we are.
B.A. Baracus : You're not going to drug me this time. I'm going to keep my eye on you.
Hannibal : In that case, do you want the last swallow of your milk?
[B.A. realizes he's been had, raises his fist and then collapses]
Hannibal : Guess not.
B.A. Baracus : I ain't flying Hannibal!
B.A. Baracus : I'm gonna kill that crazy Murdock!
B.A. Baracus : That's it. You're going into the water.