Charley: Hey, Frank. You know what? What about a little sugar in his gas tank? That'll fix him. I read that in a magazine about how the saboteurs work.
[laughing]
Charley: You think I'm drunk?
Frank Capua: I don't need any sugar in his gas tank 'cause I'm gonna beat that son-of-a-bitch anyway!

Frank Capua: People stay married because they want to, not because the doors are locked.

Frank Capua: What's that for?
Charley: You celebrate, I celebrate, too.
Frank Capua: Oh, come on. You don't drink.
Charley: Hey, what kind of a put-down is that? I gotta start sometime. I'm sixteen.
Frank Capua: You wouldn't even like it.
Charley: How do you know unless you try?
Frank Capua: Take a sip.
Charley: Salud.
[takes a sip]
Charley: Good!
Frank Capua: Oh, my God. Hey!
Charley: I'm gonna get drafted in two years!
Frank Capua: So you'll drink when you're drafted!
Charley: I won't know how.
Frank Capua: You'll know how.
Charley: What do you want me to do? Drink with strangers?
Charley: Salud.
Frank Capua: If you get sick, don't say I didn't warn you.
Charley: Salud.
Frank Capua: Salud.