Air Force

Sgt. Joe Winocki:
[looking down at devastation in Pearl Harbor] Damn 'em!, Damn 'em!

Sgt. Robbie White:
[sarcastically] Aren't ya glad now that you're gettin' out of the Army?

Radio Operator Peterson:
[looking down] That's an awful big town, San Francisco.

Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg:
Strictly a one whistle stop. There's only one city in the U.S.A. and that's New York.

Sgt. Robbie White:
Oh, you're just a hometown hick, Weinberg. What's wrong with California?

Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg:
California? The sun shines and nuthin' ever happens. Before you know it, you're 60 years old.

Sgt. Robbie White:
It's no different from New York. My sister's been tryin' to get out of Brooklyn for the last 40 years.

Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg:
Brooklyn? That ain't New York, chief. Once you cross that Brooklyn Bridge, you're outta this woild. The only noise you hear is the hardening of your arteries. You know when I used to drive a hack, I had a pal who crossed that bridge in 1929. Ain't ever heard from him since.

Radio Operator Peterson:
Me, I'll take Minneapolis.

Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg:
Minneapolis? Why, the grass still grows in the streets. Besides, that ain't your hometown, Peterson. The hayseed's still stickin' outta your hair.

Radio Operator Peterson:
Yeah, but I can still milk a cow. I bet you can't.

Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg:
I'll get mine outta a bottle. That's the closest I ever wanna be to a cow.

Sgt. Robbie White:
You are handy with the old bull.

Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg:
[laughs]

Sgt. Joe Winocki:
[overhearing the Pearl Harbor attack on the radio] Hey, Peterson, who you got tuned in, Orson Welles?

Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg:
Funny thing, I never thought there was nothin' west of Manhattan except Jersey.

Pilot Irish Quincannon:
Tell the crew they can sleep in the next world.

Pilot Irish Quincannon:
Pilot to crew: take a good look at Pearl Harbor. Maybe it's something you'll want to remember.

Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg:
[looking at map] Is this here Wake Island?

Navigator Monk Hauser:
Yeah.

Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg:
How far is it?

Navigator Monk Hauser:
Oh, it's about 2300 miles from Honolulu.

Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg:
[whistles] And we're gonna land on that dot?

Navigator Monk Hauser:
Yeah, it's not very big, is it?

Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg:
Like trying to find a buckshot in Central Park. Gee, I wish there were some traffic signs around.

Navigator Monk Hauser:
There are, but you can't see them.

Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg:
I mean like numbers and streets.

Navigator Monk Hauser:
Yeah, but they call them latitudes and longitudes.

Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg:
Oh, and they're just like signs, hunh?

Navigator Monk Hauser:
Yeah, if the wind doesn't change them.

Pilot Irish Quincannon:
Anything we can do for you in Manila?

Major Daniels:
Well, you might send us more Japs.

Pilot Irish Quincannon:
We'll try to.

Major A.M. Bagley:
Oh, by the way, if you see my old boss, General MacArthur, tell him no matter what the news is, we;ll be in there pitchin' till they strike us out.

Colonel Blake - Commanding Officer at Manila:
Say, what kind of lunatics have we got in this Air Corps anyhow? Don't you know what's impossible?

Pursuit Pilot Tex Rader:
Thank you, sir!

Marine Sergeant J.J. Callahan:
Hey, excuse me, colonel...

Colonel Blake - Commanding Officer at Manila:
What?

Marine Sergeant J.J. Callahan:
Can't I lend a hand too?

Colonel Blake - Commanding Officer at Manila:
[Walking away] Tou can go straight to...

Marine Sergeant J.J. Callahan:
Help, sir? Thank you, sir!

Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg:
Fried Jap going down!