Kaffee: Whatever happened to saluting an officer when he leaves the room? [Dawson stands up and shoves his hands in his pockets]
Officer in Procession: [approaching Patrick and shaking his hand] Mr. Kenzie. Nice fucking job on Corwin Earle.
Christine: You got a shower in your office? Nicholas: Yeah. Christine: You an athlete or something? Nicholas: No, I'm an investment banker.
Sessler: [indicating the wounded Franklin] Where are the explosives? I want an answer now, otherwise I shall personally rearrange this officer's splints.
Lynn Bracken: I was wondering when you'd knock on my door again, Officer White. Bud White: It's Bud. Lynn Bracken: Bud...
Jack Vincennes: I'll need another fifty dollars. That's two twenties for the two arresting officers and a dime for the watch commander.
Flight Officer David Campbell: The thing that's always worried me about being one of the few is the way we keep on getting fewer.
British Officer: You call yourself a patriot, and loyal subject to the Crown? Hawkeye: I do not call myself subject to much at all.
[while having sex with a Ugandan girl he met on the bus] Nicholas Garrigan: I'M A MEDICAL OFFICER OVERSEAS!
P.A. Announcer: Attention. Attention. All non-commission off - -Attention, all non-commissioned officers will report for short-arm inspection at 0400. That is all.
[as Hutter is on his way to Knock's real estate office] Prof. Bulwer: Wait, young man. You cannot escape destiny by running away!
Lawrence: [as Peter leaves to confess to Lumbergh about stealing money, knowing he may go to prison] Peter... watch out for your cornhole, bud.
Bill Lumbergh: Oh, oh, and I almost forgot. Ahh, I'm also gonna need you to go ahead and come in on Sunday, too...
Lawrence: [shouting through the wall from his apartment] Hey Peter, man, check out channel 9, check out this chick.
Peter Gibbons: What if we're still doing this when we're fifty? Samir: It would be nice to have that kind of job security.
Marty: You either run for office or you wind up a judge. Why become an umpire when you can play ball?
[Bob Morton has stormed off] Officer Lewis: Sorry, Sarge. I fucked up. Sgt. Reed: Forget it, kid. This guy's a serious asshole.
Echo Base Officer: Echo station 3-T-8, we have spotted Imperial walkers.
Marv: Lucille's my parole officer. She's a dyke, but God knows why. With that body of hers she could have any man she wants.
Officer Slater: [pointing gun at Evan and Seth] Spread your shit! Get on the ground! Loaded gun! Ready to go! Spread your shit! Pussies on the pavement, fellas.
[Pike previously told Kirk he would be an officer in four years] James T. Kirk: Four years? I'll do it in three.
