Keep calm. No one will hurt you. Did you lose your way?
Second star to the right, and straight on till morning.
Even the glow-in-the-dark star stickers!
Mutant, have you come to take me up on my hula hoop challenge?
Doc, you better back up, we don’t have enough road to get up to 88.
The road goes ever on and on.
Driiive Louise! Drive! Drive the car! Go! Go! Go go go go go go!
Sing out, Louise!
You know, from a woman’s perspective, sometimes not singing in an a cappella group is a good thing.
Yeah. You sang a chord for two seconds. The next thing you have to do is listen to each other. That’s a big key. Big key, you must listen to each other if you’re going to be a group.
Let me hear a big bear growl.
Rrrruff.
If that goombah tries any rough stuff, tell him I’m no bandleader.
Take that boy on the street. Teach him to blow a horn and he’ll never blow a safe.
He’s only a kid, Harry. We can take him.
Why don’t you try picking on someone half your size?
because our line…couldn’t pick up a backside bandit on max protection!
I’ve lived with these men, sir, for two and a half years, and I will not order them all to their deaths
Just fucking do it! Otherwise you’ll find yourself in some medieval war zone in the Caucasus with your arse in the air, trying to persuade a group of men in balaclavas that sustained sexual violence is not the fucking way forward!
So we’re all dogfaces, we’re all very, very different, but there is one thing that we all have in common: we were all stupid enough to enlist in the Army. We’re mutants. There’s something wrong with us, something very, very wrong with us. Something seriously wrong with us - we’re soldiers. But we’re American soldiers! We’ve been kicking ass for 200 years! We’re 10 and 1! Now we don’t have to worry about whether or not we practiced. We don’t have to worry about whether Captain Stillman wants to have us hung. All we have to do is to be the great American fighting soldier that is inside each one of us. Now do what I do, and say what I say. And make me proud.