The Wild Geese

Faulkner:
There is a clause in all of my contracts, that my liver is to be buried separately, and, with honors.

Faulkner:
I'm dry when I work.

Sir Edward Matherson:
Yes, so I've heard.

Faulkner:
There's a separate clause in my contract that says my liver is to be buried separately with honors.

Sir Edward Matherson:
I'm not a very humorous man.

Faulkner:
So I've noticed.

[as the enemy attacks]

Esposito:
We're dead!

RSM Sandy Young:
Esposito, you're not dead until I TELL you you're dead.

RSM Sandy Young:
Get up

Samuels:
I can't, sir. I'm dead.

RSM Sandy Young:
"Get on your feet, you f***in' abortion!"

Lt. Shawn Fynn:
That's one of the most moving benedictions I ever heard.

Fr. Geoghagen, the Priest:
Good luck to you, you Godless murderers.

Faulkner:
Jesse, I'm glad to got my wire.

Sgt. Jesse Blake:
So am I, sir... it was my breakfast.

Faulkner:
Sandy?

RSM Sandy Young:
Sir!

Faulkner:
There's your killing ground. Take Tosh and four other men and set up a field of fire. Rafer and I will go deep around and take them in the flank.

Julius Limbani:
The man is dead, Mr. Faulkner. Now only the spirit remains.

[after womanizer Sean Finn fails at a simulated parachute drop]

RSM Sandy Young:
That was LUDICROUS, sir. You're jumping from an aeroplane, not a whorehouse window. Do it again.

Sir Edward Matherson:
[laughing] Well, then I suppose you'd better kill me.

Faulkner:
You're a remarkable man too, Sir Edward. So I suppose I better had.

Faulkner:
What do I call you? SIR Edward?

Sir Edward Matherson:
You do.

RSM Sandy Young:
Sir! With respect, you can stick the money up your arse that's all I can offer you sir. - I love what I do, I also love these grubby, thickheaded men I trained - you most of all and I expect to be with them and with you because I'm needed. You want to see a REAL revolution? Try and stop me.

Keith:
Who are you leaving your money to, Queenie?

Medical Orderly Arthur Witty:
Well, if it's any of your business, To the dearest, kindest proctologist in the whole wide world.

Keith:
What's that?

Medical Orderly Arthur Witty:
"Bum-doctor" to you, chubby cheeks.

Medical Orderly Arthur Witty:
[defending a retreat against impossible odds] Get yer lovely arses out of here! I'm just holdin' the fort!

Lt. Pieter Coetze:
[in advance of the mission, the officers are discussing the best way of overcoming some sentry posts] And ther's no cover from 100 yards? I'd use a crossbow.

Lt. Shawn Fynn:
Who do you think you are, William Tell?

Lt. Shawn Fynn:
I may have a job for you.

Lt. Pieter Coetze:
Thanks, I went to prison once, I didn't like it.

Sir Edward Matherson:
You drink whisky I take it, soda or water?

Faulkner:
Large and straight, thank you.

Faulkner:
Is your wife at home?

RSM Sandy Young:
Yes sir, she'll be delighted to see you.

Faulkner:
I don't think so. I think we'd better talk out here!

Faulkner:
Let's talk about your father.

Faulkner:
Thirty men in the valley of the shadow, and he wants to take over an entire country!

RSM Sandy Young:
Some of you know me already! Those of you who don't are in for a great, big f***in' surprise! For those of you who do can expect an infinitely more horrible time than they can remember! Any man here who steps out of line and I will kill stone dead, it will not worry me in the slightest! There are no Queen's regulations here! When I say jump, you ask how high,Do I make myself clear? I want to hear it! Do I make myself clear? RIGHT! On the command Right and Left turn, A and B squads turn to the right, C and D squads turn to the left. SQUADS! Right and Left TURN! Right! Let's drive for our first heart attack shall we!

Lt. Shawn Fynn:
That's the best news I've had since I threw up my breakfast.

Faulkner:
[after the parachute drop] Shawn, how goes it?

Lt. Shawn Fynn:
[in some discomfort] Oh fine, fine thanks. I tell you, Jock, that's it. My heels are where my balls used to be.

Sgt. Jock McTaggart:
I just like to fight, with weapons or without.

Lt. Shawn Fynn:
[referring to the radio callsigns for his men and for their transport aircraft] Iron Man,Wild Goose! Sounds like a finger up a tin man's backside,doesn't it?

Capt. Rafer Janders:
Father Geoghagen... my God... I thought you were dead... long ago

Fr. Geoghagen, the Priest:
Looking at you and your guns... I am

Faulkner:
All right. You've got the job.

Medical Orderly Arthur Witty:
Do I have time to get a divorce?

Faulkner:
Thirty-six hours.

Medical Orderly Arthur Witty:
Oh, lovely, sir! I can't WAIT to see his face!

Rafer, words from your own mouth, Limbani he's the best

Limbani:
We must forgive the white man for the past and he must forgive us for the present.

(Or something close to that. I remember seeing that film years ago and that retort of Limbani impressed me.)