Master Sergeant Farell: Knock off the grab ass!
Cage: Grab this, Sarge!
Master Sergeant Farell: Hold up! Drop and give me...
Cage: Fifty, Sarge?
Master Sergeant Farell: That's right, fifty. Platoon! Drop and give me fifty, compliments of Private Cage.
Master Sergeant Farell: Can I help you, sir?
Cage: [looks confused]
[talks solemnly]
Cage: Sergeant Farell?
Master Sergeant Farell: [Takes a glimpse at the tag name on his own uniform] That is my name.
[smiles]
Master Sergeant Farell: I think I get it, what was it? Poker
night? Bachelor party?
Cage: [Still looks confused]
[talks solemnly]
Cage: You know, I'm not sure.
Master Sergeant Farell: I see everyone is having a productive morning. You know it gives me a swell of pride knowing soldiers of your... caliber will be leading the charge tomorrow. Tip of the spear. Edge of the knife.
[Sees the card game sticking out under the sheet]
Master Sergeant Farell: Crack of my ass.
[Cage is trying to convince J-Squad to come with him to kill the Omega]
Griff: Why would we follow him into combat?
Cage: I don't expect you to follow me. I expect you to follow her.
[Rita Vrataski steps into the scene]
Griff: That's the Full Metal Bitch.
[direct reference to Rita Vrataski's character in the
original novel, "All You Need is Kill"]
Cage: [to Griff] I need three more clips of five-five-six, eight grenades and an extra battery.
[Griff hesitates]
Cage: Get it.
Cage: I'm hit, I'm hit. How bad is it?
Rita Vrataski: [while taking Cage's battery pack] You've got a hole in your chest.
Cage: Did you just take my... battery, battery pack?
Cage: [sees a mimic spinning out the ground towards him] No, no, no, no, no... HOLY FU...
[wakes up again on the tarmac at
Heathrow]
Dr. Carter: Rita! Rita! What is this? What are you doing here? Look, who's this guy?
Rita Vrataski: He's me...
Rita Vrataski, Cage: ...before Verdun.
Dr. Carter: What... what do you mean? He's...?
Rita Vrataski: Yes! Yes!
Dr. Carter: When
did he die? Where?
Rita Vrataski: On the beach, tomorrow.
Cage: I'm Bill Cage, you're Dr. Carter, we've had this conversation before. You have two fingers behind your back. I've had the visions, I've seen the Omega.
Cage: You don't talk much.
Rita Vrataski: I'm not a fan.
Cage: Of talking?
Rita Vrataski: Not a fan of talking. No.
Cage: You know, you eventually do talk to me. It's usually around Lyons. You tell me about the time you went there with your family. Your brother got lost.
Rita Vrataski: I've never been to Lyons.
Cage: You tell me your middle name. Peyton.
Rita Vrataski: That's not my middle name.
Cage: You find your brother in the arcade, by the way.
Cage: Are you an American?
Master Sergeant Farell: No, *sir*. I'm from *Kentucky*.