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Jack Braddock: You think I don't know about that silly twit up in Encino, for Chrissakes? I had twenty years in this outfit, when your idea of a good time was sittin' in front of the TV tube, watchin' Bugs Bunny and gnawing on your fudgcicle.
Jack Braddock: [after Lymangood interrupts him chewing out Murphy] You're supposed to be stupid, son. Don't abuse the privilege.
Jack Braddock: But there's a bright side to this, and a moral. I think morals are good for you, I love morals, and the moral of this story is: If you're walkin' on eggs, don't hop.
Sgt. Short: This ship is equipped with a forward-mounted, twenty-millimeter electric cannon. Its six barrels are capable of firing four thousand rounds of ammunition per minute. And that, gentlemen, is one hell of a sh**-storm in anybody's language!
Frank Murphy: That's Cochrane, F.E., US Army.
Lymangood: Cochrane, F.E. What's the "F.E." stand for?
Frank Murphy: "Fu** Everybody."
[Murphy and Lymangood are flying a formation exercise with Cochrane]
Col. F.E. Cochrane: Come on, Keep it tight!
Lymangood: Christ! Any closer and we start eating blades!
Frank Murphy: [mimicking Cochrane's British accent] We're following his leader!
Lymangood: You mind if I ask you what you're doing.
Frank Murphy: No... I don't mind at all.
Frank Murphy: Grab your ankles and kiss your ass goodbye Jafo. We're going down.
Col. F.E. Cochrane: You threatening me, Murphy?
Frank Murphy: No, I'm telling you. Back off!
[Murphy is looking over Blue Thunder's cockpit after the demonstration]
Col. F.E. Cochrane: Could have used this in 'Nam.
Frank Murphy: Could have used something.
[Murphy walks out to the pad]
Jack Braddock: Well Murph, feeling any pressure?
Frank Murphy: Yeah. About 15 pounds per square inch at sea level.
[Murphy and Lymangood are on patrol]
Lymangood: All those people. What do you suppose they're all doing down there?
Frank Murphy: Well, according to the latest statistics, about 1 million, 775 thousand of them are... getting it on!
Lymangood: That many, eh!
Frank Murphy: The rest are waiting for 'Laverne and Shirley'!
Lymangood: Sir, what was that business with the watch? Back in the ready room, with the watch?
Frank Murphy: It's sort of a test.
[Braddock and Murphy have watched Blue Thunder perform a selective firepower demonstration]
Icelan: Well, look at that, all the red dummies are blown to hell.
Frank Murphy: And a few white ones!
Fletcher: One civilian dead for every ten terrorists. That's an acceptable ratio.
Frank Murphy: [Leaning closer to Braddock] Unless you're one of the civilians!
Col. F.E. Cochrane: I had another stoppage! I nearly killed the lot of you on that second pass. You can tell Ordnance from me, if it happens again, I'll have their balls for breakfast!
[after the demonstration, Murphy and Braddock walk over to meet Blue Thunder's pilot]
Frank Murphy: [recognizes Cochrane as the pilot] Well, what do you know!
Jack Braddock: Friend of yours?
Frank Murphy: [smiling ruefully] An old war buddy. Bastard tried to have me court-martialed once.
Frank Murphy: Finally made Colonel, eh?
Col. F.E. Cochrane: If you're a nice guy, nice things happen to you.
Frank Murphy: I'll try to remember that!
[Murphy moves away from Cochrane]
Icelan: I didn't realize you two were acquainted.
Col. F.E. Cochrane: Only too well, I'm afraid. I'd have had that bastard up on charges if he hadn't caught some shrapnel!
[Icelan and Braddock are discussing Murphy]
Icelan: He checks his sanity with a wrist watch!
Jack Braddock: What do you check yours with, a dipstick?
[repeated line]
Col. F.E. Cochrane: [pointing with forefinger and thumb like a gun] Catch you later!
Lymangood: This sucker will do everything but cook your breakfast!
Frank Murphy: Uh-oh... uh-oh. You'd better hold your nose. We're in deep sh**.
Jack Braddock: Who are you fooling with that phony radio bullsh**? Jesus Chr***, Frank, that went out three days after Marconi invented the fu**ing thing!
[repeated line]
Frank Murphy: Outstanding!
Kress: If it was me, I'd ground him.
Jack Braddock: He'll be all right.
Kress: Personally, I wouldn't fly with him for a bull that pissed Jack Daniels.
Jack Braddock: Is that right?
Lymangood: [voice on the cockpit voice recorder] I found out what JAFO is. "Just Another Fu**ing Observer", huh?
Jack Braddock: I've been trying to get you all night. Why don't you answer your fu**ing beeper?
Frank Murphy: I just wanna tell you, Jack, that the next time I'm suspended, so is my fu**ing beeper!
Frank Murphy: Catch ya later!
Frank Murphy: [reading off a monitor] File under repair?
Lymangood: Did you break your file?
Frank Murphy: All right, Murphy, it's time to put your money where your mouth is.
Lymangood: Big Brother: on or off?
Frank Murphy: What's Big Brother?
Lymangood: The cabin mike. It records everything we say.
Frank Murphy: I think we can lose that.
Jack Braddock: [after Lymangood interrupts him chewing out Murphy] You're supposed to be stupid, son. Don't abuse the privilege.
Jack Braddock: But there's a bright side to this, and a moral. I think morals are good for you, I love morals, and the moral of this story is: If you're walkin' on eggs, don't hop.
Sgt. Short: This ship is equipped with a forward-mounted, twenty-millimeter electric cannon. Its six barrels are capable of firing four thousand rounds of ammunition per minute. And that, gentlemen, is one hell of a sh**-storm in anybody's language!
Frank Murphy: That's Cochrane, F.E., US Army.
Lymangood: Cochrane, F.E. What's the "F.E." stand for?
Frank Murphy: "Fu** Everybody."
[Murphy and Lymangood are flying a formation exercise with Cochrane]
Col. F.E. Cochrane: Come on, Keep it tight!
Lymangood: Christ! Any closer and we start eating blades!
Frank Murphy: [mimicking Cochrane's British accent] We're following his leader!
Lymangood: You mind if I ask you what you're doing.
Frank Murphy: No... I don't mind at all.
Frank Murphy: Grab your ankles and kiss your ass goodbye Jafo. We're going down.
Col. F.E. Cochrane: You threatening me, Murphy?
Frank Murphy: No, I'm telling you. Back off!
[Murphy is looking over Blue Thunder's cockpit after the demonstration]
Col. F.E. Cochrane: Could have used this in 'Nam.
Frank Murphy: Could have used something.
[Murphy walks out to the pad]
Jack Braddock: Well Murph, feeling any pressure?
Frank Murphy: Yeah. About 15 pounds per square inch at sea level.
[Murphy and Lymangood are on patrol]
Lymangood: All those people. What do you suppose they're all doing down there?
Frank Murphy: Well, according to the latest statistics, about 1 million, 775 thousand of them are... getting it on!
Lymangood: That many, eh!
Frank Murphy: The rest are waiting for 'Laverne and Shirley'!
Lymangood: Sir, what was that business with the watch? Back in the ready room, with the watch?
Frank Murphy: It's sort of a test.
[Braddock and Murphy have watched Blue Thunder perform a selective firepower demonstration]
Icelan: Well, look at that, all the red dummies are blown to hell.
Frank Murphy: And a few white ones!
Fletcher: One civilian dead for every ten terrorists. That's an acceptable ratio.
Frank Murphy: [Leaning closer to Braddock] Unless you're one of the civilians!
Col. F.E. Cochrane: I had another stoppage! I nearly killed the lot of you on that second pass. You can tell Ordnance from me, if it happens again, I'll have their balls for breakfast!
[after the demonstration, Murphy and Braddock walk over to meet Blue Thunder's pilot]
Frank Murphy: [recognizes Cochrane as the pilot] Well, what do you know!
Jack Braddock: Friend of yours?
Frank Murphy: [smiling ruefully] An old war buddy. Bastard tried to have me court-martialed once.
Frank Murphy: Finally made Colonel, eh?
Col. F.E. Cochrane: If you're a nice guy, nice things happen to you.
Frank Murphy: I'll try to remember that!
[Murphy moves away from Cochrane]
Icelan: I didn't realize you two were acquainted.
Col. F.E. Cochrane: Only too well, I'm afraid. I'd have had that bastard up on charges if he hadn't caught some shrapnel!
[Icelan and Braddock are discussing Murphy]
Icelan: He checks his sanity with a wrist watch!
Jack Braddock: What do you check yours with, a dipstick?
[repeated line]
Col. F.E. Cochrane: [pointing with forefinger and thumb like a gun] Catch you later!
Lymangood: This sucker will do everything but cook your breakfast!
Frank Murphy: Uh-oh... uh-oh. You'd better hold your nose. We're in deep sh**.
Jack Braddock: Who are you fooling with that phony radio bullsh**? Jesus Chr***, Frank, that went out three days after Marconi invented the fu**ing thing!
[repeated line]
Frank Murphy: Outstanding!
Kress: If it was me, I'd ground him.
Jack Braddock: He'll be all right.
Kress: Personally, I wouldn't fly with him for a bull that pissed Jack Daniels.
Jack Braddock: Is that right?
Lymangood: [voice on the cockpit voice recorder] I found out what JAFO is. "Just Another Fu**ing Observer", huh?
Jack Braddock: I've been trying to get you all night. Why don't you answer your fu**ing beeper?
Frank Murphy: I just wanna tell you, Jack, that the next time I'm suspended, so is my fu**ing beeper!
Frank Murphy: Catch ya later!
Frank Murphy: [reading off a monitor] File under repair?
Lymangood: Did you break your file?
Frank Murphy: All right, Murphy, it's time to put your money where your mouth is.
Lymangood: Big Brother: on or off?
Frank Murphy: What's Big Brother?
Lymangood: The cabin mike. It records everything we say.
Frank Murphy: I think we can lose that.
