Basic

Sgt. Nathan West:
So pretty. So dead.

Sgt. Nathan West:
As some of you may have heard, there is a hurricane warning tonight. Well, Rangers do not wait on good weather. Rangers do not wait for bright sun shiny days. Oh, no. Rangers are trained to operate in the worst possible conditions, and takes those conditions and turns them against their enemies. You each have one rifle, one side arm, and one white phosphorous grenade. This is a live E&E, so please keep those weapons safetied, so you are not to shoot off your nonexistent d*cks.

Hardy:
Osbourne, you call me "sir" one more time I swear to God I'm gonna scream.

Osbourne:
I questioned him for two hours; he didn't make a sound.

Hardy:
You try pokin' him with a stick?

Dunbar:
You think you know everything? You haven't even scratched the surface.

Hardy:
I know enough to know that you've got two choices. You can either sign a confession and spend the rest of your life in a cell. Or you can tell us to f*** off, and you'll be hanged. Now, am I scratching... *your* surface yet?

Hardy:
Three things, first you don't have a choice, second i've never taken a bribe in my life, and third... i'm still a little drunk from earlier so if I skip over the witty banter and move straight on to coming on to you I hope you don't take offense.

Hardy:
Three things. First, you don't have a choice. Second, I've never taken a bribe in my life. And third... I'm still a little drunk from earlier today, so if I skip over the witty banter and move straight in to coming on to you, I hope you don't take offense.

Styles:
Osbourne's the closest thing we have to an in-house investigator.

Hardy:
And here you are going out of house... now, how does that make you feel, Jules?

Osbourne:
Hostile and uncooperative, sir.

Hardy:
Fantastic.

Styles:
This kid we have in interrogation requested a Ranger, someone he'd never met. That's you.

Hardy:
Well, Jesus, Bill, he could've requested a sailboat, it doesn't mean you have to give it to him!

Mueller:
I was freezing from the hurricane!

Kendall:
So you took off your shirt?

Hardy:
So, what are you gonna do?

Osbourne:
I think I need a beer.

Hardy:
Un cerveza por senorita!

Castro:
Here you go, colonel.

Osbourne:
Colonel?