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The cop test pilot for an experimental police helicopter learns the sinister implications of the new vehicle.
Jack Braddock: [after Lymangood interrupts him chewing out Murphy] You're supposed to be stupid, son. Don't abuse the privilege.
Lymangood: [voice on the cockpit voice recorder] I found out what JAFO is. "Just Another Fucking Observer", huh?
[Icelan and Braddock are discussing Murphy] Icelan: He checks his sanity with a wrist watch! Jack Braddock: What do you check yours with, a dipstick?
Frank Murphy: [reading off a monitor] File under repair? Lymangood: Did you break your file?
Jack Braddock: I've been trying to get you all night. Why don't you answer your fucking beeper? Frank Murphy: I just wanna tell you, Jack, that the next time I'm suspended, so is my fucking beeper!
Frank Murphy: That's Cochrane, F.E., US Army. Lymangood: Cochrane, F.E. What's the "F.E." stand for? Frank Murphy: "Fuck Everybody."
[Murphy and Lymangood are on patrol] Lymangood: All those people. What do you suppose they're all doing down there? Frank Murphy: Well, according to the latest statistics, about 1 million, 775 thousand of them are... getting it on! Lymangood: That many, eh! Frank Murphy: The rest are waiting for 'Laverne and Shirley'!
Frank Murphy: Stop calling me Sir - you sound like David Copperfield!
Frank Murphy: Uh-oh... uh-oh. You'd better hold your nose. We're in deep shit.
[after the demonstration, Murphy and Braddock walk over to meet Blue Thunder's pilot] Frank Murphy: [recognizes Cochrane as the pilot] Well, what do you know! Jack Braddock: Friend of yours? Frank Murphy: [smiling ruefully] An old war buddy. Bastard tried to have me court-martialed once.
Col. F.E. Cochrane: You threatening me, Murphy? Frank Murphy: No, I'm telling you. Back off!
Frank Murphy: [trying to force the helicopter into doing a full flip] Come on, you tub of shit!
Frank Murphy: Finally made Colonel, eh? Col. F.E. Cochrane: If you're a nice guy, nice things happen to you. Frank Murphy: I'll try to remember that!
[Braddock and Murphy have watched Blue Thunder perform a selective firepower demonstration] Icelan: Well, look at that, all the red dummies are blown to hell. Frank Murphy: And a few white ones! Fletcher: One civilian dead for every ten terrorists. That's an acceptable ratio. Frank Murphy: [Leaning closer to Braddock] Unless you're one of the civilians!
Jack Braddock: [to Murphy] You know what they'll do with this? They'll burn you... me... your idiotic friend here... and my whole damn division. And I don't want my division burnt!
Frank Murphy: Catch ya later!
Jack Braddock: But there's a bright side to this, and a moral. I think morals are good for you, I love morals, and the moral of this story is: If you're walkin' on eggs, don't hop.
Jack Braddock: Who are you fooling with that phony radio bullshit? Jesus Christ, Frank, that went out three days after Marconi invented the fucking thing!
Lymangood: Big Brother: on or off? Frank Murphy: What's Big Brother? Lymangood: The cabin mike. It records everything we say. Frank Murphy: I think we can lose that.
Frank Murphy: What's the sensitivity of those mikes? Sgt. Short: You can hear a mouse fart at 2000ft!
Frank Murphy: Grab your ankles and kiss your ass goodbye Jafo. We're going down.
Sgt. Short: This ship is equipped with a forward-mounted, twenty-millimeter electric cannon. Its six barrels are capable of firing four thousand rounds of ammunition per minute. And that, gentlemen, is one hell of a shit-storm in anybody's language!
Frank Murphy: [watching Kate drive] You're really riding with the angels, sweetheart.
Kress: If it was me, I'd ground him. Jack Braddock: He'll be all right. Kress: Personally, I wouldn't fly with him for a bull that pissed Jack Daniels. Jack Braddock: Is that right?
[repeated line] Frank Murphy: Outstanding!
Lymangood: You mind if I ask you what you're doing. Frank Murphy: No... I don't mind at all.
Frank Murphy: What's the sensitivity of those mikes? Sgt. Short: You can hear a mouse fart at 2000 ft!
Police Dispatcher: Los Angeles Mobile? Frank Murphy: Mobile, listen get me KBLA TV! Police Dispatcher: That number is listed in your directory sir. Frank Murphy: Don't give me any static lady. This is a police emergency. Get me KBLA TV right now.
[Murphy walks out to the pad] Jack Braddock: Well Murph, feeling any pressure? Frank Murphy: Yeah. About 15 pounds per square inch at sea level.
[Murphy and Lymangood are flying a formation exercise with Cochrane] Col. F.E. Cochrane: Come on, Keep it tight! Lymangood: Christ! Any closer and we start eating blades! Frank Murphy: [mimicking Cochrane's British accent] We're following his leader!
Lymangood: This sucker will do everything but cook your breakfast!
Frank Murphy: Lymangood, Lymangood. What brings you to Air Support? Lymangood: Oh, I don't know, I just... I just put in for Observer. I kind of like the idea of it. no guns, no kicking in doors - quiet! Frank Murphy: [Glancing upwards with a pleading look] Oh, yeah!
[Murphy moves away from Cochrane] Icelan: I didn't realize you two were acquainted. Col. F.E. Cochrane: Only too well, I'm afraid. I'd have had that bastard up on charges if he hadn't caught some shrapnel!
Lymangood: Sir, what was that business with the watch? Back in the ready room, with the watch? Frank Murphy: It's sort of a test.
[Murphy is looking over Blue Thunder's cockpit after the demonstration] Col. F.E. Cochrane: Could have used this in 'Nam. Frank Murphy: Could have used something.
Col. F.E. Cochrane: I had another stoppage! I nearly killed the lot of you on that second pass. You can tell Ordnance from me, if it happens again, I'll have their balls for breakfast!
Frank Murphy: All right, Murphy, it's time to put your money where your mouth is.
Frank Murphy: Orange shirt and a Cowboy hat! Whatever happened to inconspicuous?
Icelan: [chasing after Braddock during a row about Murphy] He's finished! And if there's so much as a scratch on the aircraft, so are you!
Jack Braddock: You think I don't know about that silly twit up in Encino, for Chrissakes? I had twenty years in this outfit, when your idea of a good time was sittin' in front of the TV tube, watchin' Bugs Bunny and gnawing on your fudgcicle.
Lymangood: Hey, I've got a black guy in a beanie down there! Looks like he's selling dope out of a van! Frank Murphy: Is that a red beanie? Lymangood: Yeah, that's him! Frank Murphy: He's our's - undercover buy program. Lymangood: Oh, right, right right right, yeah! Frank Murphy: You *were* at the briefing? Lymangood: Yes, Sir, Sir! I guess I just forgot, Sir! Frank Murphy: [laughs] You're going to fit right in!
Frank Murphy: [Watching Cochrane's Corvette pulling into a building] Oh, he's going in there! Lymangood: Where are we? Frank Murphy: Federal Building.
[repeated line] Col. F.E. Cochrane: [pointing with forefinger and thumb like a gun] Catch you later!