This will not stand, ya know, this aggression will not stand, man.
Well, boys, I reckon this is it - nuclear combat toe to toe with the Roosskies. Now look, boys, I ain’t much of a hand at makin’ speeches, but I got a pretty fair idea that something doggone important is goin’ on back there. And I got a fair idea the kinda personal emotions that some of you fellas may be thinkin’. Heck, I reckon you wouldn’t even be human bein’s if you didn’t have some pretty strong personal feelin’s about nuclear combat. I want you to remember one thing, the folks back home is a-countin’ on you and by golly, we ain’t about to let ‘em down. I tell you something else, if this thing turns out to be half as important as I figure it just might be, I’d say that you’re all in line for some important promotions and personal citations when this thing’s over with. That goes for ever’ last one of you regardless of your race, color or your creed. Now let’s get this thing on the hump - we got some flyin’ to do
Glory be to the Bomb, and to the Holy Fallout. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be. World without end. Amen.
I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.
Excellent, excellent! One thought, though… maybe it should be “Boom,” “Boom,” and THEN “Kaboom!” Sort of a “Hoo-ah” grand finale.
Lieutenant Boylar’s tank was hit by uranium-depleted shells. We’re the only country in the world that uses them
Well, la-ti-dah!
Well, fiddle-dee-dee!
God darnit, Mr. Lamarr, you use your tongue prettier than a twenty dollar whore.
Shit-kicker!
You use such lovely big words. I like big words. What does it mean?
Words mean what I say they mean!
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
A wed wose. How womantic.
Mawage!
…The hell did you just say?
I play, coach stays. He goes, I go.
Do you find it hard to hide the fact that you’re gay?
Those French. They hate us, they smoke, they have a whole relationship with dairy products I don’t understand.