Blue Thunder
1983
Jack Braddock: You think I don't know about that silly twit up in Encino, for Chrissakes? I had twenty years in this outfit, when your idea of a good time was sittin' in front of the TV tube, watchin' Bugs Bunny and gnawing on your fudgcicle.
Jack Braddock: (after Lymangood interrupts him chewing out Murphy) You're supposed to be stupid, son. Don't abuse the privilege.
Jack Braddock: But there's a bright side to this, and a moral. I think morals are good for you, I love morals, and the moral of this story is: If you're walkin' on eggs, don't hop.
Sgt. Short: This ship is equipped with a forward-mounted, twenty-millimeter electric cannon. Its six barrels are capable of firing four thousand rounds of ammunition per minute. And that, gentlemen, is one hell of a shit-storm in anybody's language!
Frank Murphy: That's Cochrane, F.E., US Army. Lymangood: Cochrane, F.E. What's the "F.E." stand for? Frank Murphy: "Fuck Everybody."
(Murphy and Lymangood are flying a formation exercise with Cochrane) Col F.E. Cochrane: Come on, Keep it tight! Lymangood: Christ! Any closer and we start eating blades! Frank Murphy: We're following his leader!
Lymangood: You mind if I ask you what you're doing. Frank Murphy: No... I don't mind at all.
Frank Murphy: Grab your ankles and kiss your ass goodbye Jafo. We're going down.
Col F.E. Cochrane: You threatening me, Murphy? Frank Murphy: No, I'm telling you. Back off!
(Murphy is looking over Blue Thunder's cockpit after the demonstration) Col F.E. Cochrane: Could have used this in 'Nam. Frank Murphy: Could have used something!
(Murphy walks out to the pad) Jack Braddock: Well Murph, feeling any pressure? Frank Murphy: Yeah. About 15 pounds per square inch at sea level.
(Murphy and Lymangood are on patrol) Lymangood: All those people. What do you suppose they're all doing down there? Frank Murphy: Well, according to the latest statistics, about 1 million, 775 thousand of them are... getting it on! Lymangood: That many, eh! Frank Murphy: The rest are waiting for 'Leverne and Shirley'!
Lymangood: Sir, what was that business with the watch? Back in the ready room, with the watch? Frank Murphy: It's sort of a test.
(Braddock and Murphy have watched Blue Thunder perform a selective firepower demonstration) Icelan: Well, look at that, all the red dummies are blown to hell. Frank Murphy: And a few white ones! Fletcher: One civilian dead for every ten terrorists. That's an acceptable ratio. Frank Murphy: (Leaning closer to Braddock) Unless you're one of the civilians!
Col F.E. Cochrane: I had another stoppage! I nearly killed the lot of you on that second pass. You can tell Ordnance from me, if it happens again, I'll have their balls for breakfast!
(after the demonstration, Murphy and Braddock walk over to meet Blue Thunder's pilot) Frank Murphy: (Spotting the pilot) Well, what do you know! Jack Braddock: Friend of yours? Frank Murphy: An old war buddy! Bastard tried to have me Court-martialed once!
Frank Murphy: Finally made Colonel, eh? Col F.E. Cochrane: If you're a nice guy, nice things happen to you. Frank Murphy: I'll try to remember that!
(Murphy moves away from Cochrane) Icelan: I didn't realize you two were acquainted. Col F.E. Cochrane: Only too well, I'm afraid. I'd have had that bastard up on charges if he hadn't caught some shrapnel!
(Icelan and Braddock are discussing Murphy) Icelan: He checks his sanity with a wrist watch! Jack Braddock: What do you check yours with, a dipstick?
Col F.E. Cochrane: (on numerous occasions) Catch you later!
Lymangood: This sucker will do everything but cook your breakfast!
Frank Murphy: Uh-oh... uh-oh. You'd better hold your nose. We're in deep shit.
Jack Braddock: Who are you fooling with that phony radio bullshit? Jesus Christ, Frank, that went out three days after Marconi invented the fucking thing!