Roman: Chet is gonna shit a solid gold brick when he sees us. Chet: (out of breath) ahh, big...big..big Bear! Big Bear!
[Chet getting pulled behind the boat on water-skies] Chet: you bastard, you bastard! Roman: I think he's saying go faster. Roman: Pontoon boat? Whaddya going to do with a pontoon boat? Retake Omaha Beach? Roman: You know what the gourmet here wanted? Hotdogs! You know what they're made of, Chet? Huh? Lips and assholes! Bartender: He's been struck by lightning... how many times has it been now, Reg? Reg: S-s-s-s-s-s-s-six... Chet: Six times? Reg: S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-six-sixty-sixty-six times. In-n-n-n-n-n-n-In-n-n-n-n-n-n-In-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n the head! Connie Ripley: Just make sure you don't take any of our stuff! Kate Craig: Stuff? What stuff? Connie Ripley: Oh we got stuff!