Goose: No, no, no, no. There's two "Os" in Goose, boys.
Charlie: Listen, can I ask you a personal question?
Maverick: That depends.
Charlie: Are you a good pilot?
Maverick: I can hold my own.
Charlie: Great, then I won't have to worry about you making your living as a singer.
Maverick: I'm going to need a beer to put
these flames out. Yo! Great Mav, real slick.
[after the final dogfight]
Maverick: Mustang, this is Maverick, requesting fly-by.
Air Boss Johnson: Negative, Ghost Rider. The Pattern is full.
Merlin: Uh, excuse me, something I should know about?
Air Boss Johnson: [gets his coffee] Thank you.
[Maverick does a fly-by past the Enterprise,
causing the Air Boss to spill his coffee]
Air Boss Johnson: Goddamn that guy.
Iceman: You two really are cowboys.
Maverick: What's your problem, Kazansky?
Iceman: You're everyone's problem. That's because every time you go up in the air, you're unsafe. I don't like you because you're dangerous.
Maverick: That's right! Ice... man. I am dangerous.
Air Boss Johnson: Two of your snot-nose jockeys did a fly-by on my tower at over 400 KNOTS! I want somebody's butt, I want it now, I've HAD IT!
[storm out, then bumps into a Yeoman and spills coffee all over his pants]
Air Boss Johnson: DAMN! That's TWICE! I WANT SOME BUTTS!
Viper: [to Maverick] You'll pick up your RIO when you get to the ship, and if you don't, give me a call. I'll fly with you.
Wolfman: [watching a video of planes being shot down] This gives me a hard on.
Hollywood: Don't tease me.
Viper: How ya doin'?
Maverick: I'm all right.
Viper: Goose is dead.
Maverick: I know.
Viper: You fly jets long enough, something like this happens.
Maverick: He was my R.I.O., my responsibility.
Viper: My squadron, we lost 8 of 18
aircraft. 10 men. First one dies, you die too. But there will be others. You can count it. You gotta let him go. You gotta let him go.
[Maverick is in a dogfight with a MiG and is down to one missile left]
Merlin: This is it, Maverick!
Maverick: I'm gonna hit the brakes, he'll fly right by.
Merlin: Shit! He's gonna get a lock on us!
Maverick: [the MiG eventually gets a lock onto Maverick] NOW!
[Maverick slams the breaks and the
MiG passes by, then Maverick locks onto the MiG]
Maverick: Got a good lock, firing.
[the MiG is then destroyed by the missile]
Maverick: Whoo! Scratch four!