Sofia Plass

Sal Nealon: [about his dead son] We're taking him with us today.

Colonel Wilits: With all due respect, sir, you're cutting off your nose to spite your face.

Sal Nealon: Hey. Colonel. Did you look at these faces? They've already been spited, so why should we give a fuck about your opinions? - With all due respect.

Sal Nealon: Man, I would've loved to run into you in the field in my younger days.

Colonel Wilits: You really think so?

Sal Nealon: Oh, yeah. 'Cause one of us would have been fragged. And the other would've gone to the brig.