Atto: You shouldn't have come here. This is a civil war. This is our war, not yours. General Garrison: 300,000 dead and counting. That's not a war Mr. Atto. That's genocide.
Todd Blackburn: Well, I'm here to kick some ass.
Yurek: [ducking behind a car after being shot at by Nelson] Rangers? Twombly: HO! Yurek: It's Yurek! You fucking assholes! Nelson: Fuck! Twombly: We almost fucking killed you! Well, come to us! Yurek: Fuck you! Come to me!
[imitating Cpt. Steele] Pilla: Speak up, you say this is your safety? Well, this is my boot, son, and it will fit up your ass with the proper amount of force!
[after Hoot cuts in front of Blackburn in the line for food] Blackburn: Hey man, there's a line. "Hoot": I know. Blackburn: And this isn't the back of it. "Hoot": Yeah, I know.
[Jamie Smith bounces a basketball on the table where Eversman is working] Eversmann: What the fuck, Smith? Smith: Well? Eversmann: "Well" what? Smith: We going out? Eversmann: Why should I tell you? Smith: Because I'm me!
[after Captain Steele caught Sgt. Pilla imitating him] Steele: Quick word, Specialist. Dominick Pilla: Sir. [gives the middle finger to his fellow soldiers while walking with Steele] Steele: Tell me, Pilla. You understand why we have a chain of comma...
[the spy shows the right building] Garrison: Is he sure this time? Harell: He sounds scared shitless. Garrison: Good. That's always a good sign.
Steele: What's this Sargn't? Another taxpayer-funded Delta safari? Sanderson: Not if General Garrison's askin'. Steele: No, I'm askin'. Sanderson: Have a nice meal, captain.
Busch: Three guys with RPGs! Coming up on your side! Now! [Somalis fire the RPG, striking Super 6-1's tail rotor. 6-1 is now spinning out of control] Cliff Wolcott: Stay with it! Cliff Wolcott: [on radio] This is 6-1. I'm hit. I'm hit. Matthews: Supe...
"Hoot": See you're thinking. Don't. 'Cause Sergeant, you can't control who gets hit or who doesn't or who falls out of a chopper or why. It ain't up to you. It's just war.
Struecker: No one gets left behind, you know that.
Smith: I'm sorry. Eversmann: You have nothing to be sorry about. You saved Twombly, you did it perfect. Smith: You okay Twombs? Twombly: Yeah, I'm okay, Jamie. Eversmann: See, you did what you were trained to do. You should be proud of that, be proud...
Durant: Where's the rescue squad? Shughart: We're it.
"Hoot": Sergeant, you got your men this far. You did it right today. Now you gotta start thinking about getting them out of here.
Eversmann: You okay? Todd Blackburn: Excited. In a good way. I've been training my whole life for this. Eversmann: You ever shot at anybody before? Todd Blackburn: No Sergeant. Eversmann: Me neither.
[On seeing wild boars running below the Black Hawk] "Hoot": Who's hungry?
Sanderson: So where did they find you? Grimes: Behind a desk. [Sanderson laughs] Grimes: No really.
