B.A. Baracus: You learn to love him, Mama. But it takes a long time. Referring to Hannibal
Amy: That's the same thing he said about you.

Murdock: I'm surprised the surgeon general let me out.
Face: He didn't. I did. I had to bring your Uncle Deke into town.
Murdock: How is Uncle Deke?
Face: You don't have an Uncle Deke.
Murdock: I'm sorry to hear that. I was beginning to like him.
Face: No, you hated him. He used to beat you.
Murdock: That creep!

Face: I got us a Gulfstream. Can you fly it?
Murdock: Hey, brother. If it's got wings, I can fly it.
Face: Great.
Murdock: Hey, Face, what's a Gulfstream?

Hannibal is strapping an unconscious B.A. to his seat on the plane.
Amy: Excuse me, but what are you doing?
Hannibal: We're tying him up so he won't kill us if he comes-to.
Amy (looking puzzled): I see. Excuse me again, but isn't he one of you, I mean isn't he on the team?
Face: Yes.
Amy: So then why do you have to drug him?
Hannibal: He hates the pilot.
Amy: Hates the pilot? Why?
Face: Because our pilot is insane.
Amy (pointing at the cockpit): So he's up there now, flying us?
Face: Yes.
Murdock, who should be flying the plane, walks past singing. Face gets up and leads him back to the cockpit.
Face: What a kidder!
Amy: I'm not sure you are exactly what I bargained for.
Hannibal: Let's get something straight right now. You want your friend back. The authorities shined you on, so you went out and hired a bunch of gun-fighters. Now, if you wanted someone with good manners, you should've hired an English butler.
Amy: The pilot's really insane?
Hannibal: We think so.
Amy: Are you still being chased by the government?
Hannibal: That's right.
Amy: What I don't understand, is why you're not living in Switzerland, where it's safe?
Hannibal: Because we're not Swiss. We're Americans. We've got a little problem right now. But we'll work our way out of it somehow. In the mean time, we stick together and do what we do best

Murdock is singing in the cockpit when Hannibal joins him.
Hannibal: The sleeping giant awakes.
Murdock stops singing and stares shocked at Hannibal.
Hannibal: How fast can you bring us down?
Murdock: You just landed, brother.

The team are driving back to the airport. B.A. slams his foot on the brakes, which causes a tape-recorder to come out from under the seat.
B.A.: I ain't going on no aeroplane!
Murdock picks up the tape recorder.
Hannibal: What's this?
Murdock presses play on the tape recorder.
Amy's voice on tape:...living on the jazz. Four restless romantics...
Hannibal: Restless romantics?
Amy's voice on tape: ...the edge of society, which is the only place left they can survive...
Hannibal takes the tape recorder and presses the stop button.
Hannibal: What's this, the last reel of a Disney movie?
Amy: I wasn't going to tell you guys...but I decided to do a story on you!
B.A.: I ain't goin' on no aeroplane!
Hannibal: Forget it lady. It ain't gonna happen.
Hannibal ejects tape and gives it to Face.
Amy: C'mon guys, I know, I know. What you guys are doing is really important. You saved Al. And you caught the terrorists. Everybody's against you. The government is after you. You gotta hide. I think that's a hell of a story!
B.A.: I said I ain't gettin' on no aeroplane Hannibal!
Amy: I won't publish it until you've cleared yourselves.
Hannibal: You won't publish it, period! You think we're looking to become Book of the Month Club Celebrities? You gotta be nuts, lady!
Murdock: I'm nuts. Let's keep that straight. Okay? I got my whole room and board resting on that fact.
Hannibal: He's right.
Amy: B.A. was telling me about 'The Jazz' - and I think I caught the fever!
Hannibal: So?
Amy: So...you let me in - or I write the book...and blow your cover!
Hannibal, Face and Murdock look at each other.
B.A.: I said I ain't gettin' on no aeroplane Hannibal!
Amy: C'mon guys, I can help you with lots of stuff! I have the paper; I have influence; I have a computer at the paper for research stuff...and I have the 1st Amendment to hide behind.
Hannibal: We'll talk about it on the aeroplane.
B.A.: I told you I ain't goin' on no aeroplane!
Hannibal: Ah, c'mon B.A., be a sport!
Hannibal tries to stick a needle into B.A.'s shoulder. B.A. grabs his arm.
B.A.: Gotcha! I told you you weren't gonna get me this time sucka, no sirree!
Hannibal: Now B.A., you know I wouldn't try to fool you.
B.A.: Don't put no dogpile shuffle on me Hannibal.
Amy sticks needle into B.A.'s shoulder.
B.A.: I...I...
B.A. falls unconscious.

Martin James: The Lord shall test them! They shall walk through the valley of his wrath.
Hannibal: Now you're beginning to walk through the valley of my wrath, Preacher.

Face gets hit hard in the face.
Hannibal: (holds up three fingers) How many fingers am I holding up?
Face: Blue.

B.A. Baracus: We vote because I say we vote!

Murdock is being shown Rorschach ink blots by a prison psychiatrist. The first picture is a butterfly
Murdock: Tractor.
Psychiatrist: You don't really see a tractor, do you, Murdock?
Murdock: (smiles) You're right. I was just guessing.
Psychiatrist: Well, don't guess. What does it look like?
Murdock: Ink. It looks like ink. See, I have done this most of my life off and on and I don't see nothin', so I just guess.
Psychiatrist: It looks like a butterfly, don't it? See, there's the wings and there's the head.
Murdock: Hey, yeah. Yeah! I see that. Yeah, it's a butterfly!
Psychiatrist: Good. Butterfly. Now what is this?
(Psychiatrist puts another picture on the table.)
Murdock: Garbage bag. Empty garbage bag.
(Psychiatrist rolls eyes and motions for the guard to take Murdock away.)
Murdock: I'd like a trash bag, please, if you have one. I really could use a trash bag.

Murdock: (from inside padded cell) TRAAAAASH BAGS! I want TRAAAAASH BAGS! I want 'em! I want 'em!!
Psychiatrist: (To guard) Do we have any trashbags? Maybe he'll put his head inside and suffocate.

Murdock: TRAAAAAASH BAGS! I want TRAAAAAASH BAGS! (gets one and stops shouting)
Psychiatrist: We give him one, and he shuts up for a couple of hours.
Face: Hmmm. Interesting. If I could talk to him, I might be able to determine if it's a genuine neurotic fixation or if our boy is trying to section eight his way into the soft walls of a prison psych ward.
Psychiatrist: I sure would appreciate that. None of us can get any sleep around here.

Murdock and Hannibal are seated in chairs will trash-bag balloons tied to them
Hannibal: Murdock, how'd I let you talk me into this?
Murdock: I don't know, I have intermittent memory loss!
Takes off over prison wall

Murdock opens his mouth to say something.
B.A.: Shut up, Murdock! Shut up!

Murdock: (sings) Did you ever see a hearse go by and think that someday you'd surely die. They put you in a little box and cover you over with dirt and rocks.