Tom Sizemore: McKnight

Black Hawk Down

McKnight

[after the briefing]
Matthews: What's the matter Danny? Something you don't like?
McKnight: No Spectre gunships, daylight instead of night, late afternoon when they're all fucked up on Khat, only part of the city Aidid can mount a serious counter-attack on short notice...
[chuckles]
McKnight: What's not to like?
Harell: Life's imperfect.
McKnight: Yeah, for you two, circling above it at five hundred feet it's imperfect. Down in the street, it's unforgiving.

McKnight: [over the radio] How are things going? Things okay there, Struecker?
Struecker: I don't wanna talk about it now, Colonel. I'm busy!
[Pilla is shot and falls into the humvee]
Thomas: Sergeant Pilla's hit! Christ, he's fucked up!
McKnight: Is anybody hit? Struecker, talk to me!
Struecker: It's Sergeant Pilla!
McKnight: What's his status? What's his status?
"Hoot": He's dead!
Struecker: He's dead. Pilla's dead, sir.
McKnight: C2, this is McKnight, we have a KIA: Dominick Pilla, over.
Harell: Roger that.
Struecker: Get on that fifty! Someone get on that fifty!
"Hoot": It's mine!

Othic: [after Kowalewski had been killed by an RPG]
[to Mcknight]
Othic: There's a fucking rocket in him, sir!
McKnight: Othic, cool off! Goddamn it! There's live ordnance, now get out!
McKnight: [after pulling Kowalewski's body out of the humvee] Son of a bitch!
McKnight: [while helping to put Kowalewski into the back of the humvee] Lift him up! Easy, easy!

McKnight: [while the convoy is under heavy fire going through a raided street] Motherfuckers! Motherfuckers!

McKnight: Ok, we're going to have to turn 'em around and go back the way we came.
Maddox: WHAT?

McKnight: Now, there will be some shooting. Bakara Market is the Wild West, but be careful what you shoot at because people do live there.