"Nothing takes five minutes!"

"All right, listen up. We're gonna hold the perimeter and we're gonna hold the strongpoint. Conserve your ammo. Only shoot at what you can hit. The convoy is gonna come. We're gonna get home."

"Don't even think about it, all right? I'm better on my own."

"Good luck, boys! Be careful. No one gets left behind."

"Ground personnel will have to mark target positions with infrared strobes. Get Little Birds on strafing runs and keep 'em going all night long. If we don't hold back this city... we're gonna have a hundred caskets to fill by morning."

"Hey - who's hungry?"

"Hey, we started a whole new week! It's Monday!"

"Home in an hour, okay? Now, there will be some shooting. Bakara Market is the wild west. But be careful what you shoot at, because people do live there."

"If I ever see you undermine me again, I'll have you cleaning latrines with your tongue until you can't taste the difference between shit and french fries. Are we clear?"

"It'd probably help to wash the blood out of the humvees."

"Just watch your corner and get all your men back here alive."

"Look, these people... they have no jobs, no food, no education, no future. I just figure that you know, I mean, we have two things we can do. We can help, or we can sit back and watch a country destroy itself on CNN. Right?"

"Look, we have stirred up a hornet's nest here. We're fighting the entire city. I want every vehicle possible that's got four wheels and armor. Get it — get everything."

"Look, you guys, I know it's my first time as chalk leader, but, uh, this isn't our first time out together. This is serious. We're Rangers, not some sorry-ass JROTC. We're elite. Let's act like it out there."

"Make no mistake: once you're in Bakara Market you're in an entirely hostile district. Don't underestimate their capabilities. We'll be going through friendly districts before hitting the market, so remember the rules of engagement: nobody fires unless fired upon. Now, Let's go get this thing done. Good luck, gentlemen."