- Sgt. Ben Puzo: [over the radio with Captain O'Hara, as he guides the jet into Anchorage] Very nice, Captain... If you ever want to earn an honest living, I think I can find you a home in the Air Force, flying cargo. Watch that heading...
- [first lines]
- John Bimonte: [seeing Hank as Hank is doing his walk-around the aircraft] Hey, Hank! Ready to go.
- Henry O'Hara: Wrong! You got a broken cowling latch here.
- John Bimonte: What the hell? I'll get right on it.
- Henry O'Hara: Take all the time you want, John. You got ten minutes.
- Angela Thacher: Economy's straight back there.
- Elly Brewster: I'm traveling First Class.
- Angela Thacher: [looking at her ticket, surprised] Oh. Miss Brewster. You'll find your seat right...
- Elly Brewster: ...there. You bet I will!
- Elly Brewster: Miss! Miss! In there. Lipstick. There's lipstick in the john.
- Angela Thacher: Lipstick.
- Elly Brewster: Yes, on the mirror. Go and see for yourself.
- Angela Thacher: Wait right here.
- [Angies enters and leaves the lavatory, looking very serious]
- Elly Brewster: Did you see it? Did you see it?
- Angela Thacher: [whispering] Would you keep your voice down?
- Elly Brewster: I'm trying to, damn you.
- [Angie whispers something in Lovejoy's ear, asking her to go get the Captain]
- Angela Thacher: Miss Brewster? Hey, take it easy, okay?
- Elly Brewster: I never thought about dying before.
- Henry O'Hara: [over the P.A] I'd like to repeat one thing: this threat is probably a hoax. There is no real cause for alarm. Anchorage is a routine destination for Global. I've told you substantially everything there is to know, but I promise you I'll pass on any further information as soon as I get it. Well, one good thing: all drinks are on the airline for everyone. You can unfasten your seat belts, but keep an eye on the sign as we turn into the airport. Thank you.
- Henry O'Hara: [on approach to Anchorage] Okay Air Force, you on the line?
- Sgt. Ben Puzo: Yes sir! Sergeant Ben Puzo. Trust your soul to God, Captain, because your ass belongs to me.
- Robert Grundig: Sergeant! Regulations don't permit that kind of language!
- Henry O'Hara: Screw the regulations! Sergeant, I accept your offer.
- Jerome K. Weber: [seeing the crew trying to get the FBI agent out of the cargo hold] All right, close it up!
- Henry O'Hara: There's a man down in that hold! We're almost at thirty-nine thousand feet, he'll freeze to death!
- Jerome K. Weber: You put a Federal bastard on *my* aircraft?
- [Weber cracks O'Hara in the face]
- Jerome K. Weber: Okay, Captain, you want him, go get him!
- Jerome K. Weber: [after cracking O'Hara in the face again] That's what you get for doing your duty! It's standard! More?
- Henry O'Hara: You're not going to touch me again!
- Jerome K. Weber: [pointing his gun at O'Hara] I'll kill you!
- Henry O'Hara: Not me, not anybody on this airplane. You need me. There's no Moscow unless that man comes up out of there! Nobody dies on my airplane! Not me, not him...
- Henry O'Hara: [motioning to the agent] ... not them...
- Henry O'Hara: [motioning to Sam and John] ... not even you, you son of a bitch!
- Sam Allen: [O'Hara having tossed him an object that the hijacker had placed in the plane's restroom] What is it?
- John Bimonte: Some kind of a detonator.
- Henry O'Hara: It's disarmed.
- John Bimonte: What good is it?
- Henry O'Hara: Well, he left it in the head to prove he wasn't bluffing.
- Sam Allen: How do we know it's a "he"? I mean, the guys I know don't usually wear lipstick.
- John Bimonte: [scoffing] Maybe it's some menopausal broad?
- Henry O'Hara: Knock it off! Break out the computer, John.
- John Bimonte: Anchorage?
- Henry O'Hara: Anchorage!
- Jerome K. Weber: [on the cockpit radio, shortly after the hijacked plane has landed in Moscow, Russia] This is Sergeant Jerome K. Weber. I'm in command of flight 502. Is your commanding officer standing by?
- Moscow radio contact: We read you.
- Jerome K. Weber: My serial number is 567345787. Length of service: eight years, seven months, twenty-two days. Qualified expert: M-16 rifle, .30 caliber carbine, M-60 machine gun, and .38 caliber pistol. Formerly served: First Regiment, forty-seventh Battalion, of the First Infantry Division. I am placing myself at the disposal of your government, along with this Boeing 707 jet airliner. Among my passengers is a United States senator, and a federal security agent. I will receive your commanding officer aboard my aircraft at his earliest convenience. I will require a short rest before commencing debriefing and active service. Thank you.
- Angela Thacher: Mrs. Stevens, you haven't touched your breakfast.
- Harriet Stevens: [8-months pregnant] Maybe I'll just have a drink.
- Angela Thacher: Milk?
- Harriet Stevens: I'll have a bloody mary on the rocks.
- [smiles]
- Angela Thacher: Okay.
- Mrs. Clara Shaw: You'll like Minneapolis, Harold.
- Harold Shaw: Don't worry about it.
- Mrs. Clara Shaw: We've been transferred before. We'll adjust. Remember what Jane said.
- Harold Shaw: Oh, honey, it's not the city. Not even being moved again.
- Mrs. Clara Shaw: Is it me?
- Harold Shaw: Oh, no, honey. Not you. It's losing, Clara. I'm just so damn sick of losing.
- Jerome K. Weber: I was going to go the Monterey Jazz Festival once, but, you know.
- Gary Brown: How many jazz cellos have you heard? How many?
- Jerome K. Weber: Not many.
- Gary Brown: See what I meant? Just like everyone else. But, that sound, man, once you really get into it, it's somethin'. Anyway, I'd look stupid playin' a flute.
- Henry O'Hara: Tell me, do you know which passengers used that john before you found the message?
- Angela Thacher: It could have been anyone in First Class.
- Henry O'Hara: What about a passenger from Economy?
- Angela Thacher: Not on my flight.
- Henry O'Hara: One couldn't slip through?
- Angela Thacher: No. No, our hijacker's strictly First Class.
- Gary Brown: [raises his flask of 70 year old brandy] Here's to your sister.
- [Weber looks puzzled]
- Gary Brown: Your sister in Minneapolis.
- Jerome K. Weber: Oh, her. To tell you the truth, she's a bitch.
- Peter Lindner: It'll be cool in Anchorage.
- Elly Brewster: Sure.
- Peter Lindner: No, really! I'll build you an igloo - with a water bed.
- Elly Brewster: [giggles] It'll freeze.
- Peter Lindner: I doubt it.
- Henry O'Hara: I'm going to get through this goddamn weather and set down in Anchorage if I have fly this thing through an iceberg.
- Sam Allen: Don't worry, it's only a bomb.
- Angela Thacher: I know, it's just - I wish it was just a damn bomb.
- Sam Allen: Yeah, well, look, don't worry. It makes lines in your face. Anyway, we never made out in Anchorage. Did we?
- Mrs. Clara Shaw: What's that?
- Harold Shaw: The flight insurance.
- Mrs. Clara Shaw: Oh, no!
- Harold Shaw: I forgot to mail it to the kids.
- Henry O'Hara: We've been holding the extra altitude just in case. There maybe rocks in these clouds.
- Henry O'Hara: My foot's falling asleep.
- Jerome K. Weber: I had a buddy who had his foot and his leg and his nuts blown off when he - so, don't fall asleep, Captain.
- Jerome K. Weber: Killing doesn't hurt. Anybody want a drink?
- Henry O'Hara: No thanks. We've got our checklists.
- Gary Brown: Do you like modern music, Senator? Rock or jazz?
- Senator Arne Lindner: Well, I'm afraid I'm not to up on it.
- Gary Brown: What do people like you do for kicks then?
- Senator Arne Lindner: I'll tell you the truth, Mr. Brown, very often, on a moment's notice, I have to go boating with the President of the United States.
- [takes a drag on a cigarette]
- Senator Arne Lindner: [Brown strumming his cello] That's a magnificent instrument, Mr. Brown.
- Gary Brown: Thank you, Senator. Just wood and gut.
- Senator Arne Lindner: Ah, yes. But, with a man like you on the strings, that wood and gut gives forth some pretty nice sound.
- Gary Brown: [after a night-time landing] Feelin' alright, now, pal?
- Jerome K. Weber: I thought we were all dead.
- [looks out the airplane window]
- Jerome K. Weber: Still black as a nig - oh, no offense.
- Gary Brown: Don't bug me none.
- Jerome K. Weber: I love them! They're with me! Angie, we can't get along without you. Nigger buddy! You stay! And you Senator, you're the prize of the package. Hero, you stay! The little broad with the friendly mouth...