Mason: Work will not continue until we discuss our terms with management. Fist up, maternity leave.
Skipper: Maternity leave?..?... [looks under table] You're all male!
Skipper: It's great when somebody else makes sacrifices [a bullet hits the bobble-head hula doll] Nooooo! Medic!
Skipper: Gently now, you just wanna kiss the ground, just a little peck, a smooch like you're kissing your sister [Plane violently lands and the tires break off] I said kiss it!
[Bulb on the fuel guage is flashing]
Kowalski: Skipper, look!
Skipper: Analysis
Kowalski: It looks like a small incandescent bulb, designed to indicate something out of the ordinary like a malfunction
Skipper: I find it pretty and somewhat hypnotic
Kowalski: That too sir
Skipper: Right. Rico, manual!
[Catches the manual and smashes the bulb with it]
Skipper: Problemo solved
Kowalski: Sir, we maybe out of fuel
Kowalski: What makes you think that?
Kowalski: We've lost engine one, and engine two is no longer on fire.