F Troop

Agarn: (trying to delay wedding) Well, sir, you haven't had your bachelor dinner. Dobbs: It's traditional, sir, or else it's bad luck. Major McConnell: There's no time for dinner! Agarn: How about a bachelor sandwich?

Wild Eagle: Time for hostile, savage kidnapping. But remember, be nice about it.

Agarn: (about bottles of champagne) That looks like the real stuff. Where'd you get it? Wild Eagle: Left over from French and Indian War. O'Rourke: Well then this must be over a hundred years old! Wild Eagle: Shh! If you not tell anyone, they think it fresh.

Agarn: (to a camouflaged Parmenter) When I saw the mighty oak fall, I thought you'd broken your acorn.