A young pilot finds himself recruited into a covert and corrupt CIA airlift organization operating in Vietnam War Era Laos.

Billy Covington: [Gene is loading a machine gun] Excuse me, is that an Uzi?
Gene Ryack: (glances at Babo & Billy) You know, that would make a great TV commercial? 'Excuse me, is that an Uzi?' 'Why, yes it is. Hey, self-defense is no laughing matter! That why when I want number one I pack an Uzi... accept no substitutes.'
Billy Covington: I don't wanna crash twice in one day!
Gene Ryack: Don't worry, I crash better that anyone I know.
Gene: So we'll sit back and we'll do what we do best. We fly.
Gene Ryack: Maybe you don't get this, but when you die that's it! End of story, blackness. They stick you in a box, cover you up with dirt, don't even let you out for weekends.
Nino: STOP! No more breakings, General. You understand? Now I tell you something. I talk to Versailles. I talk to New York. They say 'opium no so good this year.' They say 'heroine been cut with baking powder.' So who fucking who, hey General? No No. I no gonna pay you same same you give me shit!
Major Lemond: Nino!
[Major Lemond walks into the kitchen]
Major Lemond: Listen to me, okay? Nino, you pay same same, or you will never use any of my airplanes again.
Nino: Okay. Okay. Pay same same.
Rob Diehl: [Rob and Gene stare into the midst of flaming wreck where a pilot lay as emergency personnel race past] Do you think he's dead?
Gene Ryack: Well, if he's not dead, he's very calm.
Billy Covington: Gene, you cant sell the plane! It's government property!
Gene Ryack: The U.S. Government doesn't exist in Laos and neither does this plane!
Billy Covington: Good point!
Gene Ryack: There'll be another, new war opening soon in a theater near you.
Gene Ryack: Here at Air America, what's considered psychotic behavior anywhere else is company policy.
[to Billy]
Gene Ryack: Why don't you go home huh? Look at me, look at Neely, we're all a bunch of trouble junkies, we've been mainlining danger and adrenaline for so long nothing else gets us off, it's kind a sick.
[pause]
Gene Ryack: Before you pick up the habit and you will pick up the habit. Go back to L.A. and be the weirdest guy in the room again. Whada you think?
[Gene has to make a decision about his cargo]
Billy Covington: Come on, You gotta do it, or you're just another version of Major Lemond, with a slightly hipper rap!
Billy Covington: How often do you guys go on a bender like this?
Babo: Bender? This isn't a bender, this is night-time!
Billy Covington: Jesus! Who the hell is shooting at us?
Jack Neely: Over here, everybody shots at us.
[first lines]
Richard Nixon: There are *no* American combat forces in Laos.
[their plane is in trouble]
Babo: We're VSF!
Billy Covington: What!
Babo: Very Severely Fucked
Rob: I have to have coffee with Davenport tomorrow, what should I do then? I'll tell you what, I'll take him to the White Rose, I'll get him blown...
Lemond: No! Davenport runs the Senate prayer group. With a guy like that you don't bring up the subject of blow jobs. You wait for him to bring it up.
Rob Diehl: You know more about it than American intelligence Gene!
Gene Ryack: Rob, I wish you wouldn't use the words American Intelligence to describe what it is you do!
Billy Covington: Alright, I'm not gonna die dropping pigs from the sky! Not gonna happen!
Gene Ryack: Well down here at Crazy Gene's Used Airplanes, people think we're out of our minds since we slashed the prices on our used C-123's!
Gene Ryack: I've seen things here that I could never possibly have imagined, and I've got a pretty broad imagination.
General Lu Soong: Restaurant closed! Health violation! All go home now!
[restaurant patrons start running around, scared]
General Lu Soong: All finished! Everybody go now. Free dinner! Nobody pay! I do business with round eyes all my life!
[breaks dishes]
General Lu Soong: For sure, no Corsican fuck me!
Rob Diehl: Hey Gene, You will remember what I said?... Shhhh!
Gene Ryack: Well the problem is Rob, you and I weren't here, this conversation never happened, so I cant remember what the fuck you didn't tell me!
Senator Davenport: ...and unless my eyes deceive me...
Major Lemond: [clearly fed up] Oh they probably do!
Senator Davenport: Look here pal, I know you're a highly decorated veteran but...
Major Lemond: Senator! Kiss my 'highly decorated' ass!
Billy Covington: What the f*** are you doing here, man? Do you believe in this war?
Gene Ryack: I used to believe in all these wars.
[laughs]
Gene Ryack: See, I had this theory once. I believed in the politics of Saturday night.
Billy Covington: And...?
Gene Ryack: I rated all governments and countries by how good or bad their Saturday nights were... and... I KNEW that Moscow and Peking had to be a stone DRAG at that time of the week. So I was flying for a cause. I was fighting to defend... chicken BBQs and weinee roasts, and Ray Charles songs and drinkin' Southern Comfort till you passed out behind the bar.
Billy Covington: Politics of Saturday Night. I can relate to that theory.
Gene Ryack: Yeah, it's not bad, is it? Just not particularly true, that's all. I hear they party pretty hard in Moscow.
Billy Covington: No need to give up a good theory just because it isn't true.
Billy Covington: Pilot hijinks? This is psychotic behavior.
Gene Ryack: Well, here at Air America, what is considered psychotic behavior anywhere else is just company policy.