Memphis Belle
1990
Clay Busby: Sir, if they found out they'd put my hot dog in a bun and chow down.
Richard Rascal Moore: Yeah Luke, why go back to the daily grind of being a lifeguard? Take it easy!
Dennis Dearborn: And if we don't drop these bombs right in the pickle barrel there are going to be a lot of innocent people killed. Luke Sinclair: What's the difference? They're all Nazis!
Luke Sinclair: Fuel gauge is shot. How long can we fly on one engine? Dennis Dearborn: I don't know. I guess we'll find out.
(Rascal has just blown up a fighter) Richard Rascal Moore: And your mother, too!
Richard Rascal Moore: Hey is that your new plane out there? Stan the Rookie: Yeah, Mother and Country. Richard Rascal Moore: Mother and Country? (everyone together) Richard Rascal Moore: Awwww! Stan the Rookie: We had our first practice today. Richard Rascal Moore: Oh yeah? How'd it go? Stan the Rookie: Well, we need a couple more. If you guys have any advice... ? Sgt. Jack Bocci: Yeah, get a gun, shoot yourself in the foot, and go home! Eugene McVey: Now, that's good advice! Richard Rascal Moore: Hey, are those size eights? How about leaving a little will saying when you get your ass shot off on your first mission that those nice, shiny new pumps come to me, huh?
Richard Rascal Moore: Uh, we ain't going to Krautville. Our plane's broke. Eugene McVey: No, it's fixed. Richard Rascal Moore: Christ, let's go break it.
Lt Val Kozlowski: You try that again, and I'll kill you!
Richard Rascal Moore: (on seeing flak damage) There's a hole as big as my dick in the left wing.
(Danny takes a picture of jack shaving) Sgt. Jack Bocci: Awwwww No! I can see it, I get back home, I'm doin' it to the wife, the door breaks open and theres Danny takin' a picture!
Sgt. Virgil Hoogesteger: (the cockpit is covered in blood and the pilots are shouting) Sir!, It's Tomato Soup!