Captain Dickson: Rule number two. Burns?
Burns: Do not have sexual relations with students or teachers, sir.
Captain Dickson: You hear that? That’s you. Don’t do it, man.
Captain Dickson: Keep that dirty dick in your pants. Don’t fuck no students, don’t fuck no teachers. . .
Schmidt: Sir, I know we come off as a couple of lady-killers, but I promise you, we will be super professional on the job. . .
Captain Dickson: Clearly I wasn’t talking to you, big-titties. You cherub-looking motherfucker. I was talking to your partner here. Fake-ass Handsome McGee. When I’m talking to him, I’m talking to him. When I say “shut the fuck up,” I’m talking to you.
D-Day: War’s over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.
Bluto: Over? Did you say “over”? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
Boon: Forget it, he’s rolling.
Bluto: And it ain’t over now. ‘Cause when the goin’ gets tough…
Bluto: the tough get goin’! Who’s with me? Let’s go!
[runs out, alone; then returns]
Bluto: What the fuck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where’s the spirit? Where’s the guts, huh? This could be the greatest night of our lives, but you’re gonna let it be the worst. “Ooh, we’re afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble.” Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I’m not gonna take this. Wormer, he’s a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer…
Otter: Dead! Bluto’s right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now we could do it with conventional weapons that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody’s part.
Bluto: We’re just the guys to do it.
D-Day: Let’s do it.
Bluto: Let’s do it!