Top Gun (1986)

Goose: No. No, Mav, this is not a good idea. Lt. Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell: Sorry Goose, but it's time to buzz a tower.

Mike "Viper" Metcalf: Top Gun rules of engagement are written for your safety and for that of your team. They are not flexible, nor am I. Is that clear?

Goose: Come on, Mav, do some of that pilot shit!

Lieutenant Pete "Maverick" Mitchell: Too close for missles, I'm switching to guns.

Maverick: Requesting permission for flyby. Air Boss Johnson: That's a negative ghostrider, the pattern is full.

Viper: Good morning, gentlemen, the temperature is 110 degrees. Wolfman: Holy shit, it's Viper! Lieutenant Nick "Goose" Bradshaw: Viper's up here, great... oh shit... Lt. Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell: Great, he's probably saying, "Holy shit, it's Maverick and Goose." Goose: Yeah, I'm sure he's saying that.

Viper: In case some of you are wondering who the best is they are up here on this plaque. [turns to Maverick] Do you think your name will be on that plaque? Maverick: Yes sir. Viper: That's pretty arrogant considering the company here, don't you think? Maverick: Yes sir. Viper: I like that in a pilot.

[Discussing Maverick.] Viper: Let me ask you something, if you had to go into battle, would you want him on your side? Jester: I don't know, I just don't know

Goose's wife: Hey Goose you big stud! Goose: That's me, honey. Goose's wife: Take me to bed or lose me forever. Goose: Show me the way home, honey.

Slider: Goose who's butt did you kiss to get in here anyway? Goose: The list is long, but distinguished. Slider: Yeah, well so is my Johnson.

Goose: The defense department regrets to inform you that your sons are dead because they were stupid.

Iceman: The plaque for the alternates is down in the ladies room.

Maverick: I think I'll go make a fool of myself with Goose.

Hondo: Your ego is writing checks your body can't cash.

Maverick: She's lost that loving feeling. Goose: No, no she hasn't. Maverick: Oh, yes she has. Goose: I hate it when she does that.

Maverick: I feel the need... Maverick, Goose: ...the need for speed!

Maverick: You don't have time to think up there. If you think, you're dead.

Hondo: And if you screw up just this much, you'll be flying a cargo plane full of rubber dog shit out of Hong Kong! Maverick: Yes sir!

Iceman: You can be my wingman any time. Maverick: Bullshit! You can be mine.

Mike "Viper" Metcalf: Now I'm not gonna sit here and blow sunshine up your ass, Lieutenant.

Goose: We regret to inform you that your sons are dead because they were stupid.

Charlie: What do you wanna do? Just drop down on the tile and go for it? Lt. Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell: No, actually I had this counter in mind. Charlie: Great, that would be very, very comfortable, yeah. Lt. Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell: It could be.