Scott:
Say good night, asshole.

Luc:
Good night, asshole.

Scott:
You're dead soldier...

Luc:
No... I'm alive.

Luc:
I just want to go home.

Veronica:
How can you be so damn calm? I mean, your buddies back there just shot enough ammo at us to destroy Eastern Europe, and you're sitting here bitching at me about a goddamned seat belt?

Veronica:
I figured you had to be French or something because of your accent.

Luc:
What accent?

Luc:
You're discharged... sarge.

Veronica:
Alright look. Do you have a family, a friend? Is there a Misses Fourty-Four waiting for you some place?

Veronica:
Oh man, I'd kill for a cigarette right now

Luc:
You'd kill someone for a cigarette?

Veronica:
No. It's an expression, a figure of speech. I wouldn't exactly kill someone for a cigarette. I'd hurt them real bad at this point, but I won't kill 'em.

Colonel Perry:
They're eight seconds behind schedule.