- [first lines]
- Hotshot Charlie: [speaking into the cockpit microphone] Hear this, hear this: Air Cathay Flight 54, coming in on baling wire and bubble gum. Sortie points: Tokyo, Honolulu, Hong Kong, Catalina, Coney Island, Fire of All Nations and Cotton-Eyed Jean's Creep Joint.
- Terry Lee: That mike's been dead a year. You know what it's good for?
- Hotshot Charlie: Sure! Cracking walnuts.
- Chopstick Joe: What's the matter, flyboys? Run into some unexpected sky?
- Terry Lee: We'll give you a full report in the morning, but right now we're too tired for bright talk and juicy jargon.
- Chopstick Joe: I would be the last to depricate your devotion to Air Cathay, flyboys. By burning the midnight oil, I thought it high time Chopstick Joe indicates his appreciation.
- [Chopstick produces a large wad of cash from his pocket]
- Terry Lee: What do we have to do with whose body?
- Dragon Lady: There are more pleasant things to dwell upon.
- Terry Lee: If he's hurt...
- Dragon Lady: Of course not. He is expensive merchandise.
- [Terry and the Dragon Lady kiss]
- Terry Lee: Pretty delicious package yourself.
- Dragon Lady: Well then?
- Terry Lee: Too much whipped cream. I can't take the calories.
- Dragon Lady: Be careful, Mr. Lee. If I can't have your heart, I may take your head.
- Dragon Lady: Mr. Lee, a word of caution - do not abuse my hospitality. Am I clear?
- Terry Lee: You're positively transparent.
- Chopstick Joe: Ask me twenty questions, boys, but let's not get violent.
- Hotshot Charlie: Animal, vegetable, mineral or money?
- [last lines]
- Boy: I want you in my royal air force. You will be commanders.
- Hotshot Charlie: Commanders? Not bad for two ex-GIs.
- Terry Lee: How many in Chi Nan's air force?
- Boy: Two - you and you.
- Chopstick Joe: The Baron de Bolai is old-time intrigue pal of many years. He comes to me to hire airplane after you boys wing off with Little Mandarin. He has own pilot.
- Hotshot Charlie: Holy cats! Don't you ever lose?
- Chopstick Joe: Since I already have vested interest in venture, to wit one plane, two flyboys...
- Hotshot Charlie: Ah, we're expendable.
- Chopstick Joe: But not the plane.
- [the Oriental points his gun at Terry's chest]
- Terry Lee: Will you put that thing away? It might go off.
- Oriental: Precisely!
- Chopstick Joe: Shall I tell him the facts of life about 5000 feet, Terry my boy?
- Terry Lee: Gently, Charles. It's a nervous weapon.
- Chopstick Joe: The threat's over, old man. If we act up and you shoot us down, who'll fly this crate? You're a dead pigeon, too.
- Hotshot Charlie: What do you figure? I didn't see any cargo back there.
- Terry Lee: Probably loaded in the tail. But 55 pounds of what?
- Hotshot Charlie: Gold, diamonds, platinum, radium, penicillin, jade, narcotics... I got it!
- Terry Lee: What?
- Hotshot Charlie: Bubblegum.
- Hotshot Charlie: Uh-oh. Gander at 9 o'clock. Aircraft.
- Terry Lee: Ditto at 3 o'clock.
- [the mysterious fighter planes close to attack Terry's aircraft]
- Hotshot Charlie: And the dawn comes up like thunder...
- [Hotshort removes the Dragon Lady's gag and kisses her passionately, then regags her]
- Hotshot Charlie: Egad, what a cad!