Sergeant Calhoun: Your face is still red, you might want to hit it with your hammer again.
Fix-It Felix: Oh, that ain't blunt force trauma, ma'am. It's just the honeyglow in my cheeks. You know, you are one dynamite gal.
Calhoun's Fiancee: [At the artillery range] You know, you are one dynamite gal.
[On a date]
Calhoun's Fiancee: You are one dynamite gal.
[At a park]
Calhoun's Fiancee: Dynamite gal.
[Proposing]
Calhoun's Fiancee: Dynamite gal.
[At the wedding]
Calhoun's Fiancee: Dynamite gal.
[the cy-bug bursts in and kills him]
Sergeant Calhoun: NOOOOO!
[stops the ship]
Sergeant Calhoun: Get out!
Fix-It Felix: But... all I said is that you're a dynamite gal.
Sergeant Calhoun: I said get out!
[Felix disembarks and Calhoun flies off alone]