The A-Team (1983–1987)
Hannibal: I love it when a plan comes together!
Narrator: 10 years ago a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-Team.
[Murdoch is looking sad]
Hannibal: What's the matter, Captain?
Murdock: Something horrible.
Face: What's the matter? Billy get hit by a car.
[gives Hannibal his hospital release]
Murdock: I've been thrown out. Cast out...
Hannibal: You've been found sane?
Murdock: You got it.
Face: [the team's plane is starting to malfunction] Uh, Murdock, what's going to happen?
Murdock: Looks like we're going to crash.'
Face: No, what's *really* going to happen?
Murdock: Looks like we're going to crash and die.
B.A. Baracus: [about 'Howling Mad' Murdock] Guy's not long for this world!
Hannibal: I'm not sure he was ever in it.
Murdock: I wish I could just jump in the water and live like a fish.
B.A. Baracus: Shut up fool, you ain't no fish!
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]
Hannibal: [to closest cult member] Garter belt?
[gets hit in the gut with a rifle butt]
B.A. Baracus: I think you guys wear panty hose!
[gets hit. Doesn't react]
[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: They're closin'. They got us!
Hannibal: You never know.
B.A. Baracus: I do. We're almost out of gas.
Hannibal: Now, why did you pick a truck with no gas?
B.A. Baracus: 'Cause I liked the paint job.
diner owner: Would you like some coffee?
Face: Yes that'd be very nice.
diner owner: How would you like it?
B.A. Baracus: In a cup, fool!
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.
Face: In no time, he'll be running around like a Mexican Jack Rabbit. One that just got out of therapy.
Hannibal: B.A., there's an old saying - "The best defense is a good offense."
B.A. Baracus: You got that wrong, man. A good offense is the best defense.
Hannibal: Okay, have it your way.