The Unit

Jonas: No matter how blessed our lives, how charmed our existence, things still inevitably, irrevocably, go wrong. Your mother is swindled out of her savings. Your estranged husband runs off with your kids. Your best friend goes on vacation in a foreign land and disappears. Eventually, bad things find us all. You ever hear of the Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free card? This is a Get-Out-of-Hell card. At some point in your life, God forbid, you have no where else to turn, call that number. That is why you are going to postpone your job.

Mack: Well, how bout I put on a wet t-shirt and stage a car wash?

Jonas: My name is Blane, Jonas, Sergeant Major, United States Army!

Jonas: Just lost his girl and his hobby in the space of an hour, he's had a rough day!

Ryan: He might have dinged your ear but I'll break your jaw!

Ryan: So you're saying an injured man on his back attacked you?

Jonas (after shooting a retreating rebel): Yeah, I'll bet that hurt.

Jonas: Break? That boy ain't even gonna bend.

Bob (to boy after the woman in Lebanon threatens to expose them): I understand. If she leaves that chair I'll kill her.

(The men are bundled into a prison cell. Jonas motions to Mack, who turns to face the camera and starts singing to cover Jonas)
Jonas: Brown, code of contact, article one.
Brown: I am an American fighting man.
Jonas: Williams, chair surveillance and intel. Grey, health committee.
(Mack continues to sing)
Jonas: Sign no confessions. Do not admit to clandestine ops, accept no special favors. First and foremost, keep faith with each other, and your country.
(Jonas rubs his chin) Our signal for A-OK, I'm with you. (Slashes his chest) Signal for danger, beware.

Ryan: I'm telling you I'm not wearing a saddle, so get off my ass.

Hector (after killing a rebel in Africa): And that's the name of that song.

Charles: Aren't those quarters for Lieutenants and other small children?
Mack: I figure they could use the adult supervision.

Ryan: Sergeant, what are the only things that fall from the sky?
Jonas: Manna from heaven and the Airborne Rangers.

Bob: Son of a bitch. You really are still alive.
Kern: A fault I share with all but the dead.

Ryan: Can't stand the rain, baby.

Jonas: I only answer to two things, fool, my conscience, and the Army... and if you ever talk to my wife again, buy a bugle and find somebody who can play taps.

Jonas: The man was Bin Laden 15 years ago. What are you doing handing him back?
Mack: It's what the other side wanted for Christmas.
Jonas: The State Department know about this?
Bob: No. But the Air Force does.
Mack: We left 'em a present.

Jonas: You can't catch me. I'm the gingerbread man.

Ryan: Each solider in the unit carries their own body bag, and until you carry one you don't deserve to talk to my men about their code. They signed on to not exist, for them there is no legacy. These men die for each other, not for you or for your boss. These men are warriors. You think you need to remind them about their codes of silence. They answer to a higher code.

FBI Agent: Sergeant Major, where are you going?
Jonas: I'm gonna take down that plane. And I've got my best man in the woods, so if you give me up he will come down here and shoot you dead. You, you, and you, panic. The rest of you come with me.

CIA Agent: Is your man really a Jew?
Jonas: What possible concern is that of yours?

Kim: Any regrets?
Mack: Regrets are for the Air Force, ma'am. I am a Ranger.

Mack: Sorry's what you tell your girlfriend when you finish too quickly.

(Bob sneezes)
Hector (imitating Ryan's Southern accent): You sick, soldier?
Bob: Well Colonel, I have, uh, a little cold.
Hector: You have a little cold. Correct answer is no sir, yes sir. You feel like standing up?
(Charles stands up, Jonas walks in)
Hector: What you're looking at Sergeant Major is what in the real brown shoe army used to be known as nas-chewing.
Jonas: Might I be permitted to ask this general title, sir?
Hector: This general title is, I see your men here reading and coughing and doing everything under God's blue sky, 'cept for studying the SERE manual.
Jonas: Well Colonel...
Hector: Why is it I don't see you studying the SERE manual?...Brown? The last time you did SERE school?
Bob: Uh, about a year ago.
Hector: And might've the tactics changed at SERE?
Bob: Yes sir, they were harsher. Had about a 20% drop-out failure rate.
Hector: These men need to be prepared for being captured in enemy territory.
(Mack walks in)
Hector: You will as their captors attempt to get them to confess, that they've betrayed our country, been traitors to the U.S. of A. You will deprive them of sleep. You will make fun of their genitalia.
Jonas: Oh we can do that, sir?
Hector: But you will not touch their genitalia.
Jonas: You heard the man.
Mack: Heavens, no.
Hector: You think SERE school's a drill?
Jonas, Mack and Charles: We are the drill bit!
(Ryan walks in)
Ryan: That's right, it ain't no drill. Should these soldiers break inside SERE, what's inside their Christmas stocking?
Charles: Promotion, to civilian.
Ryan: Somethin' like that. Any of you thinking about being lenient, who you gonna save that for?
Hector: Our pets and babies, Colonel.
Ryan: Most assuredly. You're acting as guards. You're gonna put these fellas through the ringer, bring back the news who's gonna break and who's gonna stand.
(Ryan turns to leave)
Ryan: Mr. Williams.
Hector: Sir?
Ryan: You in the habit of imitatin' your betters?
Hector: Only those sir I admire, unreservedly.
(Bob continues to cough)
Ryan: You sick, soldier?
Bob: Well Colonel I have a little cold.
Ryan: You oughta get that looked at.
(Ryan leaves. Everyone bursts out laughing)