Lt. Commander Block Quotes in Hot Shots! (1991)

Lt. Commander Block: American planes will always be superior as long as there are wonderful men like you in the cockpit. And German parts.

Admiral Benson: Call down to the galley and order up some soup.

Lt. Commander Block: Yes, sir.

Admiral Benson: Ahhh... I love soup. At least I think I love soup. Blasted shell! It's either soup or duck. Which one do you shoot?

Lt. Commander Block: Duck, sir.

[Admiral Benson hits head on desk while ducking]

Lt. Commander Block: Are you alright, sir?

Admiral Benson: Of course I'm alright! Why, what have you heard?

Lt. Commander Block: [greeting the arriving Admiral] Admiral Benson!

Admiral Benson: Really? That's my name too.

Lt. Commander Block: Yankee Doodle Floppy Disk, this is Foxtrot Zulu Milkshake, checking in at 700 feet, request permission to land.

Jim 'Wash Out' Pfaffenbach: Roger that, Foxtrot Zulu Milkshake, you are cleared to land. Welcome to the Mediterranean!

Kent Gregory: Wash Out, is that you?

Jim 'Wash Out' Pfaffenbach: You bet, they put me in charge of radar! From now on, I'll be your eyes on the ground!

Admiral Benson: I slipped on a crab. Who put that crab there?

Lt. Commander Block: I don't see any crab, sir.

Admiral Benson: Don't tell me. There were two crabs. They work in pairs. I went to Annapolis for chrissakes!

Lt. Commander Block: Every aerial photo and recon report indicate a defensive arsenal in the D, and perhaps negative C, categories. There's also some anti-aircraft squadrons. They can send up an ack-ack umbrella high enough to make any attack ineffective. What do you think?

Admiral Benson: I don't have a clue what you're talkin' about, Phil. Not a fucking clue. I have a shell fragment the size of a fist in my head. Pork Chop Hill, 1953. The only way I can make this goddamn toupee to stay on my head is by magnetizing the entire upper left quadrant of my skull, so you just go ahead and do what you do.

Admiral Benson: Thompson wasn't that good a pilot, anyway. He only had a small family. The kids are a pain in the ass. The wife's on the sauce. Hell, poor bastard's better off dead. What size shoes do you wear?

Lt. Commander Block: A nine, sir.

Admiral Benson: Good. It's settled then. We'll send Harley to the front.

Admiral Benson: Oh, by the way I would like to thank you for having us over for dinner the other night. Cheryl and I thought the stroganoff was marvelous.

Lt. Commander Block: But sir, we didn't have dinner the other night.

Admiral Benson: Really? Then where the hell was I? And who's this Cheryl? Bah! Doesn't matter.

Lt. Commander Block: How are ya, sir?

Admiral Benson: Hawaii? Goddamn it, Bill! I'm supposed to be in California.

Lt. Commander Block: No, sir, this is California.

Admiral Benson: Well, gotta run. Good luck.

Lt. Commander Block: But, sir, this is your command.

Admiral Benson: Oh, good. First before we get to the base, I need to use the men's room. I have a sensative bladder. Got part of it blown off at Guaducanal in 1942.

Admiral Benson: Gentlemen, we've waited a long time to hear this. In exactly five hours and 17 minutes, we hit the enemy toast.

Lt. Commander Block: I think that's the "enemy coast", sir.

Admiral Benson: Huh? Coast? That'll take a little more planning. But it doesn't matter. Our assignment is to knock out the nuclear-weapons plant here at Falafel Heights. The plant goes on line in 12 hours and is heavily defended. Now, if you have trouble hitting your objective, your secondary targets are here and here: an accordion factory and a mime school. Good luck, gentlemen. Blink, take over. Oh, there's one more thing...

[the Admiral accidentally gets hit on the head by a metal pipe which makes a loud ringing sound]

Admiral Benson: Never mind, I'll get that. It's probably for me.

Jim 'Wash Out' Pfaffenbach: Alpha Velveeta Knuckle Underwear, you are cleared for take-off. When you hit that nuclear weapons plant... drop a bomb for me!

Lt. Commander Block: Uh, Sphincter Mucus Niner Ringworm, roger!