Harm: Come on, let's go.
Mac: I can't. I'm sorry, I can't.
Harm: What do you mean, you can't? You're a Marine. Come on, Mac. What happened to that gung ho,
          Semper Fi, kick ass Jarhear I used to know? Don't let me down now, Mac. We've made it this
          far. Damn it. This is precisely why they shouldn't allow women in combat, 'cause when it comes
          to the clinch you know they're just going to fall apart. If you were a real Marine...
Mac: Alright, already Shut up. You've made your point.

Mac: What happened to Sarah?
Harm: Nothing. She lives in Bellesville, Pennsylvania.
Mac: Do you still love her?
Harm: I'm wild about her
(Mac looks disappointed and a bit jealous)
Harm: She's my grandmother.
(Mac smiles with relief)

Washington Holiday

Harm: When awkwardness goes to $40 a barrel, I wan't the drilling rights to Bud's head.
Mac: Aw, Harm. It just takes him a while to get warmed up.
Harm: Warmed up? Love isn't baseball, Mac.
Mac: How would you know?

Mac: Harm, I know this is like dancing with your sister, but maybe you could pretend to like it.
Harm: Mac, I don't think of you as my sister.
Mac: You don't
Harm: No I don't.

The Game Of Go

(Mac knock's on Harm's door)
Mac: Harm?
(Harm opens door)
Harm: Very nice, Major.
Mac: You too, I was always a sucker for dress whites.
Harm: Well, you know what they say about dress whites and gold wings.

Mac: What they say about dress whites and gold wings?
Harm: Yeah?
Mac: Very overrated.
Harm: (to himself) We'll see.

Mac: (about Clay who is trying to apologize to Cordova) He can't do it.
Harm: Give him time.
Mac: We've only got forty-six minutes.
(Harm looks at his watch)
Harm: How do you do that?
Mac: It's Marine thing.

Force Recon

Harm: You're just loving this new relationship, aren't you?
Mac: Not as much as you're loving your new infantry career.

Code Blue

Harm: . . .or if you were a little faster. . .
Mac: Some of us are built for speed, others for comfort.

Mac: Keeping up a pretty good pace for an old man.
Harm: The last couple of miles are a cool down.
Mac: Oh really? How far are you going today?
Harm: The usual, ten miles. You?
Mac: The usual, fifteen.

Rendezvous

Harm: Oh my goodness. The Admiral sent Sarah MacKenzie.
Mac: You nervous already?
Harm: Now why would I be nervous?
Mac: Well, you know, I have beaten you before.
Harm: That doesn't count, I dropped that case.
Mac: Yeah, you keep dreaming, Flyboy.

Harm: I don't give a damn about Holst, but I do give a damn about you.
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