Reed Cassidy: Some day it'll just end. Everyone will go home, get on with their lives. Tall grass will cover the battlefields. And all the pilots we've lost won't mean a damn thing.
Captain Thenault: Reports can be filed. But you want "justice"? You're the man in the air. You're the man with the gun.
Blaine Rawlings: You, uh, slip there, killer?
Eugene Skinner: You still wanna rub my head for luck, Rawlings?