OTTER: The war’s over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.
BLUTO: What? Over? Did you say over? Nothing is over until we decide it is. Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbour? Hell no.
OTTER: Germans?
BOON: Forget it, he’s rolling.
BLUTO: And it ain’t over now, ’cause when the going gets tough... the tough get going. Who’s with me? Let’s go, come on, heeeyyy! (No one follows him as he charges out of the door. He skulks back in). What the fuck happened to the Delta that I used to know? Where’s the spirit? Where’s the guts? Huh? This could be the greatest night of our lives, but you’re gonna let it be the worst. (Affects cowardly voice) “Oh, we’re afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble.” Well just kiss my ass from now on. Not me, I’m not gonna take this. Wormer, he’s a dead man; Marmalard, dead; Neidermeyer...
OTTER: Dead... Bluto’s right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We’ve gotta take these bastards. Now we could fight ’em with conventional weapons ; that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, in this case I think we have to go all out. I think this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody’s part.
BLUTO: And we’re just the guys to do it.
BOON: Let’s do it!