Lt. Dumai: You think that you are superior to me because men treat you as an equal.
Lt. J.G. Meg Austin: No. And not all men treat me as an equal. I just don't accept the behavior of those who don't as correct.

Harm: It's just like Stagecoach!
David: Uh huh, with John Wayne.
Meg: John Wayne was being chased by Iraqis?
Harm: Indians.
David: Right in the middle of Monument Valley.
Meg: Bet they didn't have a woman with them.
Harm: You'd bet wrong! They had a woman a lot like you. Claire Trevor.
David: Yep. Prostitute Duke fell for.
Meg: Are you comparing me to a prostitute?
David: Uh, no ma'am, I didn't say that!
Harm: I did! And I meant she was spunky.
Meg: 'Spunky' doesn't cut it, sir.
Harm: How about pretty?

Colonel Ahmad Al-Barzan: How can work compare to the caresses of a man you love?
Lt. J.G. Meg Austin: I wasn't comparing them, Colonel. You were.
Colonel Ahmad Al-Barzan: A woman like you needs a strong hand.
Lt. J.G. Meg Austin: I already have a strong hand. My own.

Lt. Dumai: Have you ever heard of Babylon?
Lt. J.G. Meg Austin: Of course. Everyone's heard of ancient Babylon. The Tower, and the Hanging Gardens....
Lt. Dumai: It is 3000 years old and we have other cities even older, and how old is America?
Lt. J.G. Meg Austin: A little over 200 years.
Lt. Dumai: Your country is like a child who has learned nothing yet thinks it knows everything. Let your civilization survive its first thousand years; then perhaps we'll begin to listen.
Lt. J.G. Meg Austin: Even the young have something of value to offer.
Lt. Dumai: But is it not for the old to decide if they want accept it?
Lt. J.G. Meg Austin: Yes.
Lt. Dumai: Then why do you try so hard to push your ways on me?
Lt. J.G. Meg Austin: Because I can't stand to see anyone denied their human right.

Ambassador Bartlett: Is this vest thick enough, Gunney?
Gunnery Sgt. Granger: Oh, it's top of the line, all-spectra Guardian vest, ma'am. It will stop a 9mm round at point-blank range.
Ambassador Bartlett: What if someone aims at my head?
Gunnery Sgt. Granger: Duck, ma'am.

Lt. Harmon 'Harm' Rabb: We were just talking.
Lt. J.G. Meg Austin: Harm, you and I are just talking. You and she were tangoing across the dance floor half-naked, one foot in the nearest bedroom.
Lt. Harmon 'Harm' Rabb: And you got all that from a "Pleasure to meet you, too, Lieutenant?" Amazing.

Dirk Grover: We're not at the rendezvous?
Lt. Harmon 'Harm' Rabb: No, sir. You do not pass 'Go', you do not collect $40 million. You go straight to jail.

Lt. Harmon 'Harm' Rabb: Our first priority is the safety of the hostage.
Major Aspinal: My first priority is to bring escaped prisoners under control. For all I know, that hostage is dead!
Lt. Kate Pike: He's right, sir!
Lt. Harmon 'Harm' Rabb & Major Aspinal: Who's right?!?!

Lt. Harmon 'Harm' Rabb: Who was right?
Lt. J.G. Meg Austin: I don't think the wrong one would want you to know that, sir.

Lt. Harmon 'Harm' Rabb: I'm a lawyer, Cortez. No one is ever glad to see me.

Lt. Harmon 'Harm' Rabb: Sorry we're late, sir, we were misdirected.
James Reid: Is that a pilot's way of saying 'lost'?
Lt. Harmon 'Harm' Rabb: Pilots don't get lost, Mr. Reid, just momentarily disoriented.

Lt. Dumai: Do you respect no man?
Lt. J.G. Meg Austin: Respect, yes. Fear, no.

Lt. Harmon 'Harm' Rabb: You give me one good reason why two of us should be doing this?
Lt. Kate Pike: They might not shoot a woman as quickly as a man.
Lt. Harmon 'Harm' Rabb: Ok, you negotiate. (Hands over the white flag, turns to leave.)
Lt. Kate Pike: (stops him) I'm not that big a feminist.

Lt. Harmon 'Harm' Rabb: If security gets any tighter, they'll be strip searching us.
Lt. J.G. Meg Austin: I wouldn't get my hopes up, sir.

Lt. Harmon 'Harm' Rabb: Five traps?!?!
Lt. Moore: It's what Lieutenant Pendry did the morning of his flight.
Lt. Harmon 'Harm' Rabb: That's like preparing for a football game with five boxing matches.