Kelly Garrett: Angels are like diamonds. They can't be made, you have to find them. Each one is unique.

Kelly Garrett: Angels are like diamonds. They can't be made, you have to find them. Each one is unique.
Pete Garrison: You want to shoot me? Forget about the Kevlar. Shoot me in my face!
Trevor McKenney: I think some people are too scared, or something. I guess it's hard for people who are so used to things the way they are – even if they're bad – to change. 'Cause they kind of give up. And when they do, everybody kind of loses.
Ben: "You're never wrong to do the right thing."
Jules: Who said that, you?
Ben: Yeah. But I'm pretty sure Mark Twain said it first.
Lieutenant Thaddeus Harris: Son, where did you get that gun?
Cadet Eugene Tackleberry: [smiling proudly] My mum gave it to me.
Sara: Forgive me if I get a little emotional, but this is the day every mother dreams of. The day she watches her only daughter put a lock on her bedroom door, to keep her husband out.
Lieutenant Debbie Callahan: You had impressive moves for a cadet.
Cadet Nogata: Thank you. You see, it's a matter of the mind being mightier than the bosom.
Lieutenant Debbie Callahan: Interesting theory.
Göte: [repeated phrase] Put your weight on the downward ski, darling!
[Brown walks towards the restroom mirror and breathes deeply]
Jesse Brown: You ain't shit.
[breathing deeply again]
Jesse Brown: You ain't never landing that plane, nigger.
[continues to breathe deeply]
Jesse Brown: Boy.
[continued deep breathing]
Jesse Brown: Your monkey-ass shouldn't even be flying.
[Continues to breathe deeply as tears flow down his face. He grunts before shaking his head off and looks down. He then wipes his tears and looks at the mirror again before heading to the USS Leyte]
Göte: [repeated phrase] Put your weight on the downward ski, darling!