I’m holding on too tight. I’ve lost the edge.

I would love to be able to warn you off about Maverick, but I just love him to death.

Gentlemen, this school is about combat. There are no points for second place. Dismissed.

Come on, Mav, do some of that pilot shit!

No, no, no, no. There’s two “Os” in Goose, boys.

Mitchell, I’m sorry about Goose. Everybody liked him. I’m sorry.

Mayday, mayday, Mav’s in trouble. He’s in a flat spin, he’s heading out to sea.

Too close for missles, I’m switching to guns.

Hey, it’s Wolfman. Yeah, Maverick just quit.

Gentlemen, you are the top one percent of all naval aviators. The elite. The best of the best. We’ll make you better.

Wooo! Rock ‘n’ roll! Here’s our chance. It’s a big one, Goose.