The Unit Season 4 Episode 11

(Bob adjusting Metz's hand on the gun)
Bob: Point the muzzle and fire at them. You pull the trigger on one of us, its not friendly fire; it's called murder. For which we will kill you.

Jonas: (to Metz) Ah. Those would be shots fired in anger. So you can, from this point forward, inform your grandchildren you heard shots fired in anger.

Dr. Metz: How long do they want us to wait?
Bob: What? You've had enough of the deep camaraderie of arms? You done already? What about combat? You don't want to miss combat.

Joss: You want me to show you something you ain't seen before?
Charles: (laughs) Sure.
Joss: Okay, then.
Charles: Are you comin' on to me?
Joss: Well, I might, given some time, but that was not my intention.

Pool Player: But I want you to go in your pocket and show me the money against which we were betting, or small and crippled as he is, I'd be glad to ask the question of your sweet little companion.
Charles: Hey, hey. Okay. I was gonna pay.
Pool Player: No, I wanna see what's in her pants.
Charles: No pal, look, why don't we just stop this right here, huh?
Pool Player: Oh, I'm sorry. I meant what's in her pocket.
Joss: Mister, I got to go in my pocket, and you ain't gonna like what I come out with. (Charles gets up) Hold on, cowboy, I got the floor. Now, all of you just bet against me once and lost. I told you the new bet. The new bet is what's in my pocket. You want to call, you go right ahead. If not, my friend and I bid you good day.

Tiffy: What's your problem, soldier?
Kim: My life has gone off the tracks. I miss my children, I miss my husband, I miss my home, and I want to go back.
Tiffy: You burned-out? Is that your problem, Bucky?
Kim: That's right. I'm sick of duplicity, and (sighs) I want my life back or some superior approximation. I miss my children, and I hate everything I've ever done. I hate the frickin' Army. I hate war and I hate sacrifice and I want to go home.
Tiffy: Well, it sounds like you need a vacation.

(Bob and Metz drag dead bodies into the room)
Bob: All right. Set him up behind cover. Use your artistic talents. What?
Dr. Metz: They're dead.
Bob: Well, yeah. The good things in life don't change.

(Bob looks back at the two staged dead bodies)
Bob: Well, ain't that postmodern?

Dr. Metz: What are we …
Bob: Well, it's cowboys and Indians, pal, and we're throwing the Indians a surprise party.
Dr. Metz: Are we going to be attacked?
Bob: (laughs) Yeah, we're gonna be attacked. What do you want to do, hit them with your doctorial thesis?
Dr. Metz: But what are we gonna do?
Bob: We're gonna kill them. And you, you're gonna keep your mouth shut and do as you're told, and perhaps, we'll get out of this alive.

(Jonas calls Mack for a situation report)
Jonas: Dirt Diver, how are we doing?
Mack: (shouting) I'll tell you when to start worrying. (He fires, killing two, but more rush in) You can start worrying now!

Molly: Who the hell is this girl?
Charles: Well, she … uh (laughs)
Molly: Child, you are in love.
Charles: I'm gonna marry her.
Molly: Charles, do you think this is a little sudden?
Charles: You know how your mother always said … you'll just know?
Molly: Yes, I see.
Charles: I just know.

Bob: (to Metz) When you're out of everything but the enemy, you're in combat. In combat there is no status. There's just two things. There's the mission and there's the men.