Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade

The day we stop lookin', Charlie, is the day we die.

Charlie, if you don't sing now, you're gonna end up, not only shelving biscuits in some convenience store in the Oregon 'burbs, but probably the last word you'll ever hear yourself say just before you croak, gonna be, "Have a nice day and come back soon."

Don't shrug, imbecile. I'm blind. Save your body language for the bimbi.

— I want it wall to wall with John Daniels.
— Don't you mean Jack Daniels?
— He may be Jack to you son, but when you've known him as long as I have... that's a joke.

Oh, big things may happen to that little thing of yours.

Would you mind if we waited with you, just to keep the womanizers from bothering you?

But I can tell you this, he won't sell anybody out to buy his future! And that, my friends, is called integrity. That's called courage.

Remember, when in doubt, fuck.

Can't believe they're my blood. IQ of sloths and the manners of banshees. He's a mechanic, she's a homemaker. He knows as much about cars as a beauty queen, and she bakes cookies,
taste like wing nuts. As for the tots, they're twits.

I'll show you out of order! You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask! I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired and I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a flame-thrower to this place!

— I'm sorry.
— Don't be sorry. How would you know, watchin' MTV all your life?

I told General Abrams, install honey in the commissaries. If K-50s didn't blow your brains out, sugar, sure as shit, was gonna.

The last time I was here, Charlie, was with a G-2 from Brussels. Had a Ferrari. Every day I held the door open for the fucker. Never even offered me a ride. Well, fuck him. He's dead and I'm blind.

Grow up! It's fuck your buddy. Cheat on your wife. Call your mother on Mother's Day. Charlie, it's all shit.