Sandyrella все записи автора [opening narration]
Narrator: In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-Team.

[repeated line]
Hannibal: I love it when a plan comes together!

[Murdoch is looking sad]
Hannibal: What's the matter, Captain?
Murdock: Something horrible.
Face: What's the matter? Billy get hit by a car.
Murdock: WORSE.
[gives Hannibal his hospital release]
Murdock: I've been thrown out. Cast out...
Hannibal: You've been found sane?
Murdock: You got it.

Face: [the team's plane is starting to malfunction] Uh, Murdock, what's going to happen?
Murdock: Looks like we're going to crash.'
Face: No, what's *really* going to happen?
Murdock: Looks like we're going to crash and die.

[Face, B.A., and Murdoch are squeezed into the back seat of a car]
Murdock: There isn't room for four of us?
B.A. Baracus: What? What do you mean four, sucker?
[grabs him]
B.A. Baracus: There's three of us, you fool!
Face: Better say three, Murdock, or he's going to bounce you down the hyphenated line.

B.A. Baracus: We're flying this time, aren't we?
Hannibal: Yes, we are.
B.A. Baracus: You're not going to drug me this time. I'm going to keep my eye on you.
Hannibal: In that case, do you want the last swallow of your milk?
[B.A. realizes he's been had, raises his fist and then collapses]
Hannibal: Guess not.

Face: In no time, he'll be running around like a Mexican Jack Rabbit. One that just got out of therapy.

B.A. Baracus: I pity the fool who goes out tryin' a' take over da world, then runs home cryin' to his momma!

B.A. Baracus: Shut up, fool.

Murdock: I wish I could just jump in the water and live like a fish.
B.A. Baracus: Shut up fool, you ain't no fish!

B.A. Baracus: I ain't flying Hannibal!

B.A. Baracus: I'm gonna kill that crazy Murdock!

B.A. Baracus: They're closin'. They got us!
Hannibal: You never know.
B.A. Baracus: I do. We're almost out of gas.
Hannibal: Now, why did you pick a truck with no gas?
B.A. Baracus: 'Cause I liked the paint job.

Hannibal: B.A., there's an old saying - "The best defense is a good offense."
B.A. Baracus: You got that wrong, man. A good offense is the best defense.
Hannibal: Okay, have it your way.

B.A. Baracus: That's it. You're going into the water.

[Murdock enters the jail-house]
Murdock: [Lifting up the dress] Hold your breath, and remember your exercises.
[In a whisper]
Murdock: Explosives!
Hannibal: [Collecting the explosives] Great, Murdock, just great
Face: You know, Murdock, you look more attractive to me as a woman than you do as a man!
Murdock: Face, we haven't got time for that. Boy George is waiting behind the sheriff's office - we've got to go!

Hannibal: [the team has been captured by a cult] Hey, Face, what do think these guys are wearing under their skirts?
Face: Uh, I don't know.
[to closest Cult Member]
Face: Garter belt?
[gets hit in gut with a rifle butt]
Face: Ohh!
Hannibal: [to closest cult member] Half slip?
[gets hit in the gut with a rifle butt]
Hannibal: Arrgh!
B.A. Baracus: I think you guys wear panty hose!
[gets hit. Doesn't react]

Murdock: I'm a bird! I'm a plane! I'm a choo-choo train!
[shouts]
Murdock: Touchdown!