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Four Vietnam vets, framed for a crime they didn't commit, help the innocent while on the run from the military.
[opening narration] Narrator: In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-Team.
[repeated line] Hannibal: I love it when a plan comes together!
Face: [the team's plane is starting to malfunction] Uh, Murdock, what's going to happen? Murdock: Looks like we're going to crash.' Face: No, what's *really* going to happen? Murdock: Looks like we're going to crash and die.
Murdock: I'm a bird! I'm a plane! I'm a choo-choo train! [shouts] Murdock: Touchdown!
B.A. Baracus: [about 'Howling Mad' Murdock] Guy's not long for this world! Hannibal: I'm not sure he was ever in it.
[Murdoch is looking sad] Hannibal: What's the matter, Captain? Murdock: Something horrible. Face: What's the matter? Billy get hit by a car. Murdock: WORSE. [gives Hannibal his hospital release] Murdock: I've been thrown out. Cast out... Hannibal: You've been found sane? Murdock: You got it.
B.A. Baracus: I ain't goin' on no airplane!
B.A. Baracus: We're flying this time, aren't we? Hannibal: Yes, we are. B.A. Baracus: You're not going to drug me this time. I'm going to keep my eye on you. Hannibal: In that case, do you want the last swallow of your milk? [B.A. realizes he's been had, raises his fist and then collapses] Hannibal: Guess not.
Hannibal: [the team has been captured by a cult] Hey, Face, what do think these guys are wearing under their skirts? Face: Uh, I don't know. [to closest Cult Member] Face: Half slip? [gets hit in gut with a rifle butt] Face: Ohh! Hannibal: [to closest cult member] Garter belt? [gets hit in the gut with a rifle butt] Hannibal: Arrgh! B.A. Baracus: I think you guys wear panty hose! [gets hit. Doesn't react]
B.A. Baracus: I'm gonna kill that crazy Murdock!
diner owner: Would you like some coffee? Face: Yes that'd be very nice. diner owner: How would you like it? B.A. Baracus: In a cup, fool!
Face: In no time, he'll be running around like a Mexican Jack Rabbit. One that just got out of therapy.
Hannibal: B.A., there's an old saying - "The best defense is a good offense." B.A. Baracus: You got that wrong, man. A good offense is the best defense. Hannibal: Okay, have it your way.
[Face, B.A., and Murdoch are squeezed into the back seat of a car] Murdock: There isn't room for four of us? B.A. Baracus: What? What do you mean four, sucker? [grabs him] B.A. Baracus: There's three of us, you fool! Face: Better say three, Murdock, or he's going to bounce you down the hyphenated line.
B.A. Baracus: I ain't flying Hannibal!
Murdock: I wish I could just jump in the water and live like a fish. B.A. Baracus: Shut up fool, you ain't no fish!
B.A. Baracus: They're closin'. They got us! Hannibal: You never know. B.A. Baracus: I do. We're almost out of gas. Hannibal: Now, why did you pick a truck with no gas? B.A. Baracus: 'Cause I liked the paint job.
B.A. Baracus: Shut up, fool.
B.A. Baracus: That's it. You're going into the water.