Universal Squadrons

Deakin:
Well, I see you managed to not get yourself killed on another tour.

Lance:
I missed you too, sir.

Corky:
Reality is just an illusion brought on by the lack of alcohol.

Lance:
We're the same. You don't have to do this.

Peacemaker:
That's why I gotta do it.

[last lines]

Lance:
This will never be over. Not as long as there's others like me. Fugitives, in our own land. They will come for me, try to kill me. But first - they'll have to catch me.

[first lines]

Lance:
This is 47th Quarter Master Battalion. Our depot was half way between nothin' and nowhere. And they all but forgot about us. Nothin' came in, and nothin' went out. We had nothin' better to do all day, so...

Corky:
Any word from Lance?

Becca:
No.

Corky:
Well, I don't mean nothin'. I mean, I don't mean he's dead in a ditch, or gettin' his genitals zapped like I hear that they do to POWs. No ma'am, don't even go there.

Becca:
Thanks Corky, you're a real comfort.

Corky:
That's what I'm here for.

Corky:
[getting drunk] I'm a pleasant flucker. I pluck mother pheasant. I'm a pleasant mother pheasant plucker.