Chucky: [whispers] Andy! Andy Barclay: [Scares and wakes up Shelton] Shelton: What the fuck? Chucky: [Runs away] Andy Barclay: No, stop! Shelton: What the fuck you're doing in my room, Barclay? [Looks for Chucky] Andy Barclay: You wouldn't believe me! Shelton: Where's the doll? Where's the FUCKING doll? You took it, didn't you? Andy Barclay: NO!
Colonel Cochrane: What're you doin' Tyler? Tyler: [Cradling Chucky] We're playing Hide the Soul. Colonel Cochrane: Now, we don't play with dolls do we Tyler? Dolls are for girls. Tyler: But, Charles is my new best friend. Colonel Cochrane: Tyler, you know better than to talk back to a superior officer. [confiscates Chucky]
Colonel Cochrane: At Kent, we take bed wetters and we turn them into men. So grow-up, Barclay, it's time to forget these fantasies of killer dolls.
Chucky: [Watching enviously as Andy shares a passionate kiss with Kristen DeSilva] Damn, I gotta get out of this body.
Chucky: Just like the good ol' days. Nothin' like a good strangulation to get the circulation goin'.
Chucky: Time to play!
Chucky: [looking at Andy's copy of "PlayPen"- an adult magazine] My, how you've grown.
Sgt. Botnick: The Romans invented the military cut. You know why? Andy Barclay: Why? Sgt. Botnick: To keep their hair short, so their enemies couldn't grab a hold of it in battle and slit their throat.
Chucky: I've gotta get out of this body.
Shelton: Relax, Barclay, it's only paint.
Chucky: I got a new game we can play. It's called "Hide the Soul". Trust me, you'll love it.
Chucky: A good soldier, is always prepared Tyler. [brandishes a Bowie knife]
Andy Barclay: What are you doing? Whitehearst: Polishing Sheldon's shoes. Andy Barclay: He makes you polish his shoes? Whitehearst: No, I offered out of the kindness of my heart.
Shelton: [to Whitehurst] You are without a doubt the most pathetic thing I've ever seen!
Shelton: Who said you could look at me? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? Andy Barclay: Shelton. Shelton: That's Lieutenant Colonel Shelton to you, asshole. Andy Barclay: Lt. Colonel Shelton. Shelton: No, Lieutenant Colonel Shelton, SIR.
Shelton: [laughs] What's the matter Barclay, huh? You homesick? You miss your mommy? [picks up his shoe to find that it is scratched] Shelton: What the fuck is this? Andy Barclay: Don't worry about your shoe all right? I'll polish it, just give me back the doll. Shelton: No, You listen to me. Tell Whitehurst he's off the hook, huh? I got myself another slave and clean up this mess. [gives him back the shoe] Shelton: You've got 5 demerits. Andy Barclay: What about the doll? Shelton: My kid sister's birthday is coming up. I think she's gunna love it, don't you? [makes the doll wave goodbye]
Shelton: Whitehearst, you are without a doubt the sorriest excuse for a cadet I've ever seen. Wouldn't you agree? Whitehearst: No, Sir. I do not agree, Sir. Shelton: Are you contradicting me, you sorry-ass sack of shit?
Shelton: Does this look like a *gun* to you Barclay? It's a rifle!
Sergeant Clark: If you get hit, you are dead, so hike back to base.
DeSilva: [whispers] Asshole. Shelton: What was that DeSilva? DeSilva: I said you asshole, sir.
Chucky: [searching for Andy on the internet] Come on, Andy. Where are you, you little shit?
Mr. Sullivan: And what are children after all, but consumer trainees?
Sgt. Botnick: A haircut ain't regulation, soldier. Chucky: Regulate this [slits the barber's throat]