Mac: "We have 33 minutes, Commander." (Harm looks at his watch )

Harm: "How do you do that?"

Mac: "I've got great timing."

 

Mac: "That's a very nice smile, and I'm sure it usually gets you what you want, but I don't know you, Commander, so if you don't mind, I'll keep my personal reasons to myself!"

 

Uncle Matt: "Where'd you find this sailor Sarah?"

Mac: "In a rose garden, Uncle Matt."

Harm: "Well, I thought it was pretty funny when you ducked under the table."

Mac: "I'm a Marine Harm, Marine's don't duck."

Harm: "Well, what do Marine's do?"

Mac: "They take cover, but they never duck."

 

Mac: "If you have some evidence I should know about...."

Harm: "You'll eventually get it, and then you can plea bargain."

Mac: "In your dreams, Commander."

Harm: "Oh, you don't want to be in my dreams, Major."

Mac: "Red light, Commander."

Harm: "Red light? There was nothing sexual in what I said, and if you think there was,

then maybe I should be giving you the red light."

 

Harm: "Where were you raised?"

Mac: "Where friends don't sandbag friends."

Harm: "That's somewhere in Ohio, isn't it?"

 

Mac: "Cute does not work with me Harm."

Harm: "Think you can stand Marine?"

Mac: "Unless you plan on carrying me."

Harm: "Well, maybe you should have laid off the Beltway Burgers?!"

Mac: "Yeah, and you worked out more."

 

 

Mac: "I can still bitch about freezing my butt off can't I?"

Harm: " Quit your whining. You've got ten percent more body fat then I do."

Mac: "Are you calling me fat, stickboy?"

Harm: "Stickboy? Women naturally have more insulation then men."

 

 

Harm: "Come on, let's go."

Mac: "I can't I'm sorry, I can't"

Harm: "What do you mean, you can't? You're a Marine. Come on Mac. What happened to that gung ho, semper fi, kickass jarhead I used to know? Don't let me down now, Mac. We've made it this far Damn it. This is precisely why we shouldn't allow women in combat 'cause when it comes to the clinch you know they're going to fall apart. If you were a real Marine..."

Mac: "Alright already, shut up, you made your point!"

Harm: "When awkwardness goes to $40 a barrel, I want drilling rights to buds head."

Mac: "How would you know?"

Harm (to himself): "We'll see."