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"Topper, I'm so confused. I need time alone."
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"Admiral Benson!"
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"Really? That's my name, too."
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"Yankee Doodle Floppy Disk, this is Foxtrot Zulu Milkshake"
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"checking in at 700 feet. Request permission to land."
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"Roger that, Foxtrot Zulu Milkshake. You are cleared to land."
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"- Welcome to the Mediterranean. - Wash Out, is that you?"
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"You bet! They put me in charge of radar."
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"From now on I'll be your eyes on the ground."
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"All crews report to the flight deck. All crews report to the flight deck."
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"Have you no decency?"
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"Ah! The open sea."
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"Oh, God. I wish I could smell. I had my nostrils fried in Panmunjom."
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"Admiral Benson!"
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"Meet Mr Wilson and Mr Rosener of Rockman Aviation."
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"They'll be observing the operation."
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"Yes, of course."
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"It's OK. I'm all right. No problem."
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"I slipped on the crab. Who put that crab there?"
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"Crab? I didn't see any crab."
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"Don't tell me. There were two crabs. They work in pairs."
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"I went to Annapolis, for Christ's sake."
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"From the Pentagon, sir. We just decoded it."
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"Oh, good. Here, help me with this. My eyes are ceramic."
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"A bazooka round at Little Bighorn."
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"Or was it Okinawa? The one without the Indians."
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"It's final orders. We strike tomorrow at 0600."
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"Excellent. Wake me up at, oh... 5.30."
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"Get outta your flight suit. You're not going anywhere."
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"What are you talking about?"
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"This mission is too risky and too important to let you screw it up."
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"You're not flying with us."
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"- Am too. - Are not."
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"- Am too. - Oooh!"
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"- All right, mister. Let's go at it. - Let's do it."
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"Come on, come on."
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"Whoa!"
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"- My face! - My hand!"
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"Attention on deck!"
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"Be seated."
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"Gentlemen, we've waited a long time to hear this."
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"In exactly five hours and 17 minutes, we hit the enemy toast."
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"- I think that's the enemy coast, sir. - Huh? Coast?"
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"That'll take a little more planning."
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"We have to knock out the nuclear weapons plant at Falafel Heights."
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"The plant goes on line in 12 hours and is heavily defended."
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"If you have trouble hitting your objective,"
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"your secondary targets are here and here:"
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"an accordion factory and a mime school."
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"Good luck, gentlemen. Blink, take over."
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"Oh, one more thing."
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"I'll get that. It's probably for me."
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"Our sortie will proceed as planned."
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"And I want Topper Harley leading our squadron into battle."
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"Lieutenant Commander, sir."
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"It's nothing personal. I know I speak for every man here."
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"We've lost all respect for Harley."
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"He's poison for the morale of the unit,"
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"and a disaster to the success of this mission."
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"You're outta line, Gregory. You'll obey orders and like it."
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"Now get to your planes."
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"- Sir? - What is it, Mr Harley?"
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"- I hope I'm wrong about this. - What would that be?"
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"Nobody likes playing for a coach who throws the big game."
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"What's that supposed to mean?"
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"My uncle told me that not playin' to win is like sleepin' with your sister."
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"Sure, she's a great piece of tail with a blouseful of goodies, but it's illegal."
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"Jesus, Topper. Come on."
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"Then you get into that whole inbred thing."
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"Kids with no teeth who play the banjo,"
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"eat apple sauce through a straw, pork farm animals."
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"Topper, that's enough."
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"I think you get my point, sir."
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"I just hope you're playin' straight with us."
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"Alpha Velveeta Knuckle Underwear, you are cleared for takeoff."
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"When you hit that nuclear-weapons plant, drop a bomb for me."
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"Sphincter Mucous Niner Ringworm, roger."
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"Olé!"
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"Yieeee!"
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"Holy cow! My cap blew off! Swing her round. We'll pick it up."
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"But, sir, we're on the mission."
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"Good thinking. We'll pick it up on the way back."
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"We gotta mark the spot, though. Put Rabinowitz in a life raft."
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"Have him row in circles until we return."
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"It could be days."
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"Then put some food in the life raft, for god's sake man."
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"Do I have to think of everything?"
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"We'll tape his favourite shows. He won't miss anything."
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"- Sir, there's no time. - OK, OK!"
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"How can I be an admiral without my cap?"
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"It's out there all alone and I'm powerless to do anything about it."
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"We're entering enemy airspace."
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"Sir, it appears we have unidentified radar contacts."
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"Looks like enemy aircraft at 12 o'clock."
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"Really? 12 o'clock? That gives us about... 25 minutes."
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"Think I'll step out for a burger."
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"Sir, there are six of them! Bearing 2-1-5, range 150 mi..."
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"Oh my God, a dozen more of them."
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"And a blimp! A big, shiny blimp, and it's slowly moving south!"
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"Block, have you got a tally on the bandits?"
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"Roger that. I got 'em."
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"All right. Resume combat spread. Attack formation Delta-niner."
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"Topper in the lead. Just like your old man, son."
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"Old Buzz Harley'd be proud of you, Topper."
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"He's the type that could end up killing every man in this outfit."
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"He's poison for morale of the unit."
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"Read... my... lips."
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"No... new... taxes."
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"- Topper, what are you doing? - He's frozen! Topper's no good to us!"
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"Abort the mission! Abort the mission!"
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"Return to mother!"
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"We can't! They're all over us!"
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"- Damn it! All right, engage! - I've got a bogie at 12 o'clock!"
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"I got two on my tail! Kowalski, get 'em off me."
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"Locked up! Fox two!"
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"My missile didn't track!"
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"My engine's cut out. I'm losing power."
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"My cannons won't fire! What's going on?"
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"I've got two bandits on my six!"
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"This is insane. Wilson and Rosener."
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