The Wild Geese
1978
Faulkner: There is a clause in all of my contracts, that my liver is to be buried seperately, and, with honors.
Col Faulkner: I'm dry when I work. Matheson: Yes, so I've heard. Col Faulkner: There's a separate clause in my contract that says my liver is to be buried separately with honors. Matheson: I'm not a very humorous man. Col Faulkner: So I've noticed.
(as the enemy attacks) Esposito: We're dead! RSM Sandy Young: Esposito, you're not dead until I TELL you you're dead.
RSM Sandy Young: "Get up." Soldier: "I can't, sir. I'm dead."
RSM Sandy Young: "Get on your feet, you fuckin' abortion!"
Shawn Fynn: That's one of the most moving benedictions I ever heard.
Fr. Geoghagen, the Priest: Good luck to you, you Godless murderers.
Faulkner: Jesse, I'm glad to got my wire. Sgt. Jesse Blake: So am I, sir... it was my breakfast.
Col Faulkner: Sandy? RSM Sandy Young: Sir! Col Faulkner: There's your killing ground. Take Tosh and four other men and set up a field of fire. Rafer and I will go deep around and take them in the flank.
Julius Limbani: The man is dead, Mr Faulkner. Now only the spirit remains.
(after womanizer Sean Finn fails at a simulated parachute drop) RSM Sandy Young: That was LUDICROUS. You're jumping from an aeroplane, not a whorehouse window. Do it again.
Matheson (laughing) : Well, then I suppose you'd better kill me. Faulkner: You're a remarkable man too, Sir Edward. So I suppose I better had.
Faulkner: What do I call you? SIR Edward? Matheson: You do.
RSM Sandy Young: Sir! With respect, you can stick the money up your arse - that's not why I came out here with you. I love these grubby, thickheaded men I trained - you most of all. And I'll be with them, because I'm needed. You want to see a REAL revolution? Try and stop me.
Keith: Who are you leaving your money to, Queenie? Whity: To the dearest, kindest proctologist in the whole wide world. Keith: What's that, then? Whity: "Bum-doctor" to you, chubby cheeks.
Medical Orderly Arthur Witty: (defending a retreat against impossible odds) Get yer lovely arses out of here! Witty's holdin' the fort!
Lt Pieter Coetze: (in advance of the mission, the officers are discussing the best way of overcoming some sentry posts) I'd use a crossbow. Lt Shawn Fynn: Who do you think you are, William Tell?
Shawn Fynn: I may have a job for you. Lt Pieter Coetze: Thanks, I went to prison once, I didn't like it.
Sir Edward Matherson: You drink whisky I take it, soda or water? Faulkner: Large and straight, thank you.
Faulkner: Is your wife at home? RSM Sandy Young: Yes sir, she'll be delighted to see you. Faulkner: I don't think so. I think we'd better talk out here!
Faulkner: Let's talk about your father.
Faulkner: Thirty men in the valley of the shadow, and he wants to take over an entire country!
RSM Sandy Young: Any man here steps out of line and I will kill him stone dead. It will not worry me in the slightest. There are no Queen's Regulations here. So, when I say jump - you ask how high. Do I make myself clear? I want to hear it! Do I make myself clear? RIGHT! Let's try for our first heart-attack
Lt Shawn Fynn: That's the best news I've had since I threw up my breakfast.