The Concorde... Airport '79

Isabelle:
You pilots are such... men.

Capt. Joe Patroni:
They don't call it the cockpit for nothing, honey.

Capt. Joe Patroni:
[to Isabelle] Wait a minute! That perfume of yours smells awfully familiar.

[Patroni gives a funny look to Metrand. He and Isabelle are surprised that Patroni figures out they are involved]

Isabelle:
[to Metrand; angry tone] Je te remercie! On peut avoir confiance en toi! [subtitle translation: Thanks a lot! You can have confidence in you!]

Capt. Joe Patroni:
What did she say?

Capt. Paul Metrand:
Probably the same as you say in English.

Capt. Joe Patroni:
I've flown just about every type of aircraft through three wars and forty pounds. Only thing I'm afraid of is heights. Are you afraid of anything, Metrand?

Capt. Paul Metrand:
American pilots.

Peter O'Neill:
Last night I woke up in a cold sweat, I dreamt I was being chased by a giant banana.

Dr. Kevin Harrison:
You want to hang me without any explanation.

Maggie Whelan:
You hung yourself.

Boisie:
[to Gretchen] You're like a fine wine, you get better with age, and you're gonna make those Russians drunk.

Alicia Rogov:
I want to show the whole world that you don't need to be 15 and have the figure of boy to win a gold medal.

Capt. Joe Patroni:
Gee, I remember this Eurasian gal. She had these great big blue eyes. They called her the tarantula. You ever run into her?

Capt. Paul Metrand:
No, I don't think so.

Capt. Joe Patroni:
You'd remember if you did. She was a real ball breaker!

Capt. Joe Patroni:
Goddamnn! He fired one! Missiles at five o'clock! Those missiles have a narrow seeking angle, no more than thirty degrees. If we make enough violent maneuvers we may be able to cause a fly-by. Son of a b*tch!

Capt. Joe Patroni:
I'd love to see what my horoscope said this morning.

Capt. Joe Patroni:
She's his fourth wife. He always was a horny bastard. There's this story that back in the 20's when he was barnstorming he made a bet that he could put it to this good lookin' wing walker. He boffed her right out on the wing a thousand miles above El Paso. His ass got so sunburned he couldn't sit down a week!

Capt. Joe Patroni:
[pulls Eli up out of a tear] Eli, you okay?

Eli Sands:
I had the best seat in the house!