Gen. LeClair:
To your virtues... and especially your vices, Sara

Col. Beltran:
This is better than killing each other, no?

Hogan:
I only figured there was going to be one funeral... Catholic.

Col. Beltran:
Oh? I didn't know you were Catholic.

Sara:
Don't you want a woman of your own?

Hogan:
What for?

Sara:
To share your name, bear your children, be a companion.

Hogan:
To ask me to quit drinking, quit gambling and save money? And to bitch about her aches and pains all day? No thanks!

Hogan:
What the hell is a nun doing out here?

Hogan:
Sister! This here is a cathouse!

Sara:
Oh no, Hogan. This is no cathouse. This is the best whorehouse in town!