Jack Braddock:
You think I don't know about that silly twit up in Encino, for Chrissakes? I had twenty years in this outfit, when your idea of a good time was sittin' in front of the TV tube, watchin' Bugs Bunny and gnawing on your fudgcicle.
Jack Braddock:
[after Lymangood interrupts him chewing out Murphy] You're supposed to be stupid, son. Don't abuse the privilege.
Jack Braddock:
But there's a bright side to this, and a moral. I think morals are good for you, I love morals, and the moral of this story is: If you're walkin' on eggs, don't hop.
Sgt. Short:
This ship is equipped with a forward-mounted, twenty-millimeter electric cannon. Its six barrels are capable of firing four thousand rounds of ammunition per minute. And that, gentlemen, is one hell of a shit-storm in anybody's language!
Frank Murphy:
That's Cochrane, F.E., US Army.
Lymangood:
Cochrane, F.E. What's the "F.E." stand for?
Frank Murphy:
"Fuck Everybody."
[Murphy and Lymangood are flying a formation exercise with Cochrane]
Col. F.E. Cochrane:
Come on, Keep it tight!
Lymangood:
Christ! Any closer and we start eating blades!
Frank Murphy:
We're following his leader!
Lymangood:
You mind if I ask you what you're doing.
Frank Murphy:
No... I don't mind at all.
Frank Murphy:
Grab your ankles and kiss your ass goodbye Jafo. We're going down.
Col. F.E. Cochrane:
You threatening me, Murphy?
Frank Murphy:
No, I'm telling you. Back off!
[Murphy is looking over Blue Thunder's cockpit after the demonstration]
Col. F.E. Cochrane:
Could have used this in 'Nam.
Frank Murphy:
Could have used something!
[Murphy walks out to the pad]
Jack Braddock:
Well Murph, feeling any pressure?
Frank Murphy:
Yeah. About 15 pounds per square inch at sea level.
[Murphy and Lymangood are on patrol]
Lymangood:
All those people. What do you suppose they're all doing down there?
Frank Murphy
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Well, according to the latest statistics, about 1 million, 775 thousand of them are... getting it on!
Lymangood:
That many, eh!
Frank Murphy:
The rest are waiting for 'Leverne and Shirley'!
Lymangood:
Sir, what was that business with the watch? Back in the ready room, with the watch?
Frank Murphy:
It's sort of a test.
[Braddock and Murphy have watched Blue Thunder perform a selective firepower demonstration]
Icelan:
Well, look at that, all the red dummies are blown to hell.
Frank Murphy:
And a few white ones!
Fletcher:
One civilian dead for every ten terrorists. That's an acceptable ratio.
Frank Murphy:
[Leaning closer to Braddock] Unless you're one of the civilians!
Col. F.E. Cochrane:
I had another stoppage! I nearly killed the lot of you on that second pass. You can tell Ordnance from me, if it happens again, I'll have their balls for breakfast!
[after the demonstration, Murphy and Braddock walk over to meet Blue Thunder's pilot]
Frank Murphy:
[Spotting the pilot] Well, what do you know!
Jack Braddock:
Friend of yours?
Frank Murphy:
An old war buddy! Bastard tried to have me Court-martialed once!
Frank Murphy:
Finally made Colonel, eh?
Col. F.E. Cochrane:
If you're a nice guy, nice things happen to you.
Frank Murphy:
I'll try to remember that!
[Murphy moves away from Cochrane]
Icelan:
I didn't realize you two were acquainted.
Col. F.E. Cochrane:
Only too well, I'm afraid. I'd have had that bastard up on charges if he hadn't caught some shrapnel!
[Icelan and Braddock are discussing Murphy]
Icelan:
He checks his sanity with a wrist watch!
Jack Braddock:
What do you check yours with, a dipstick?
Col. F.E. Cochrane:
[on numerous occasions] Catch you later!
Lymangood:
This sucker will do everything but cook your breakfast!
Frank Murphy:
Uh-oh... uh-oh. You'd better hold your nose. We're in deep shit.
Jack Braddock:
Who are you fooling with that phony radio bullshit? Jesus Christ, Frank, that went out three days after Marconi invented the fucking thing!
[repeated line]
Frank Murphy:
Outstanding!
Kress:
If it was me, I'd ground him.
Jack Braddock:
He'll be all right.
Kress:
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Jack Braddock:
Is that right?
Lymangood:
[voice on the cockpit voice recorder] I found out what JAFO is. "Just Another Fucking Observer", huh?
Jack Braddock:
I've been trying to get you all night. Why don't you answer your fucking beeper?
Frank Murphy:
I just wanna tell you, Jack, that the next time I'm suspended, so is my fucking beeper!