Master Sergeant Farell: "Battle is the Great Redeemer. The fiery crucible in which the only true heroes are forged. The one place where all men truly share the same rank, regardless of what kind of parasitic scum they were going in."
Cage: "I think I broke something."
Rita Vrataski: "Have I got something on my face?"
Rita Vrataski: "Have I got something on my face, soldier?"
Cruel Sergeant: "On your feet maggot!"
Cage: "I've been thinking. I mean, this thing is in my blood. So maybe there's some way I can transfer it to you."
Rita Vrataski: "I've tried everything, it doesn't work."
Cage: "I mean have you tried, you know. Tried all the options?"
Rita Vrataski: "Oh, you mean sex? Yeah, tried it."
Cage: "How many times?"
Rita Vrataski: "Alright."
Rita Vrataski: "I think we better start over, don't you?"
Rita Vrataski: "Who said you could talk to me?!"