The Rocketeer1991

Peevy:
[to a pair of FBI agents] You chase a couple of two-bit crooks across our runway, crash into my pilot, and it's our fault?

FBI Agent 'Wooly' Wolinski:
Look, no offense, pops, but we got more important things to do than get all sweaty about whose fault it was.

Peevy:
Listen here, buddy, building that plane took three years of our lives and every damn cent we had!

FBI Agent Fitch:
Oh, file a claim with Uncle Sam. Who knows? You could get lucky.

Cliff Secord:
Yeah, and what, wait six months? A year? We made a living with that plane!

FBI Agent Fitch:
Well, maybe it's time to get a real job.

[Cliff punches Fitch; Fitch punches back; everyone restrains the two men]

FBI Agent Fitch:
You got that one free, kid! One more like that, you'll be eating soft food for a month! You hear?

FBI Agent 'Wooly' Wolinski:
[grabbing Fitch] Take it easy! Relax.

FBI Agent Fitch:
That flyboy hangs on my kisser and you let him waltz?

FBI Agent 'Wooly' Wolinski:
Maybe you had it coming.