Dive Bomber

Lt. Douglas S. 'Doug' Lee, MD:
As far as I'm concerned, a woman is like an elephant. I like to look at them, but I don't want to own one.

Lt. Douglas S. 'Doug' Lee, MD:
Remember you? You're a window in the house of my life!

Lt. Cmdr. Joe Blake, squadron commander:
[Angrily] I've learned one thing from you - if you pill rollers flew more and gabbed less, you might find something that'd help us.

Lt. Cmdr. Lance Rogers, MD, Flight Surgeon:
[Sarcastically] What's your school? The diploma mill of Hoosier State?

Lt. Douglas S. 'Doug' Lee, MD:
No, Harvard, Hopkins, Cambridge. I can read and write.

Lt. Cmdr. Lance Rogers, MD, Flight Surgeon:
Very impressive! How'd you happen to offer the Navy so much for so little in return?

Lt. Douglas S. 'Doug' Lee, MD:
Well. I'm just naturally generous.

Lt. Cmdr. Lance Rogers, MD, Flight Surgeon:
Not to mention your devastating wit!

Lt. Cmdr. Joe Blake, squadron commander:
[Sardonically] Tim, the doctor here wants a pair of wings so he can visit his ex-patients. See if you can jam his head into a cockpit.

Lt. Cmdr. Joe Blake, squadron commander:
[Nastily] Don't use your surgical touch on me, Doctor. I wanna collect my old age pension!

Lt. Douglas S. 'Doug' Lee, MD:
Don't worry, you'll be a burden on the taxpayer for many years.

Lt. Cmdr. Joe Blake, squadron commander:
You're no better at flying than you are with a knife.

Lt. Cmdr. Lance Rogers, MD, Flight Surgeon:
[to novice flyers] Never trust your senses - trust your instrument board!

Lt. Douglas S. 'Doug' Lee, MD:
[Regarding Lance Rogers] Surly character, isn't he? I'll bet a sample of his blood would show gall, bile, with a good dash of sulphuric acid.

Lt. Douglas S. 'Doug' Lee, MD:
[Cheerily] Well, every knock's a boost you know!

Lt. Douglas S. 'Doug' Lee, MD:
Just before I put her into that dive, I kept thinking to myself there are two kinds of blackouts. This belt may whip our kind and the sort they're having over London right now.

Lt. Cmdr. Lance Rogers, MD, Flight Surgeon:
[Offering Lt. Lee a cigarette] Cigarette, Doctor?

Lt. Douglas S. 'Doug' Lee, MD:
[accepting the smoke] Thanks, Doctor.

Lt. Cmdr. Lance Rogers, MD, Flight Surgeon:
Doctor, I'm disappointed in my judgment. I'm beginning to like you.

Lt. Douglas S. 'Doug' Lee, MD:
Doctor, I'm just suffering a similar disillusionment. I'm beginning to suspect you're almost human yourself.

Lt. Douglas S. 'Doug' Lee, MD:
Look, if you had a previous engagement with the lady, don't let me stand in the way. We're just pals.

Lt. Cmdr. Joe Blake, squadron commander:
Lee, it's your tough there aren't any women on the Selection Board. You'd be an admiral inside of a year.

Lt. Cmdr. Joe Blake, squadron commander:
Don't resign, Tim. I can fit you into a good ground job.

Tim Griffin:
There's no such thing as a good ground job, you know that. I'd go crazy every time a plane flew past.

John Thomas Anthony:
Commander Blake... Sir, I just wanted to thank you for giving me another chance.

Lt. Cmdr. Joe Blake, squadron commander:
Don't mention it.

John Thomas Anthony:
It's meant a lot to us to train under a pilot like you, sir.

John Thomas Anthony:
Thanks. Just remember one rule, Anthony. As a pilot, always fight to be on top, and stay there. You can't lick 'em from below.

John Thomas Anthony:
I won't forget *that*, sir.