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|Birthday:||February 5, 1941|
|Birthplace:||Los Angeles, California, United States|
|Death:||September 30, 2010|
|Educated At:||University Of Oregon|
|Manner of Death:||Natural Causes|
|Nationality:||United States Of America|
|Occupations:||Television Actor, Film Director, Film Producer, Novelist, Screenwriter|
Stephen J. Cannellcharacter
Birthday: February 5, 1941
Birthplace: Los Angeles, California, United States
Death: September 30, 2010
Educated At: University Of Oregon
Manner of Death: Natural Causes
Nationality: United States Of America
Occupations: Television Actor, Film Director, Film Producer, Novelist, Screenwriter
Hannibal: Hit me? If he hit me, I'd be in the hospital.”
Hannibal: [holds up three fingers] How many fingers am I holding up?
Amy: That's the same thing he said about you.”
Murdock: Hey, brother. If it's got wings, I can fly it.
Murdock: Hey, Face, what's a Gulfstream?”
Hannibal: Now you're beginning to walk through the valley of my wrath, Preacher.”
Hannibal: Murdock, how'd I let you talk me into this?
Murdock: I don't know, I have intermittent memory loss!
[Takes off over prison wall]”
Hannibal: The sleeping giant awakes.
[Murdock stops singing and stares shocked at Hannibal.]
Hannibal: How fast can you bring us down?
Murdock: You just landed, brother.”
Psychiatrist: [To guard] Do we have any trash bags? Maybe he'll put his head inside and suffocate.”
Amy: Excuse me, but what are you doing?
Hannibal: We're tying him up so he won't kill us if he comes-to.
Amy: [looking puzzled] I see. Excuse me again, but isn't he one of you, I mean isn't he on the team?
Amy: So then why do you have to drug him?
Hannibal: He hates the pilot.
Amy: Hates the pilot? Why?
Face: Because our pilot is insane.
Amy: [pointing at the cockpit] So he's up there now, flying us?
[Murdock, who should be flying the plane, walks past singing. Face gets up and leads him back to the cockpit]
Face: What a kidder!
Amy: I'm not sure you are exactly what I bargained for.
Hannibal: Let's get something straight right now. You want your friend back. The authorities shined you on, so you went out and hired a bunch of gun-fighters. Now, if you wanted someone with good manners, you should've hired an English butler.
Amy: The pilot's really insane?
Hannibal: We think so.
Amy: Are you still being chased by the government?
Hannibal: That's right.
Amy: What I don't understand, is why you're not living in Switzerland, where it's safe?
Hannibal: Because we're not Swiss. We're Americans. We've got a little problem right now. But we'll work our way out of it somehow. In the mean time, we stick together and do what we do best.”
Psychiatrist: You don't really see a tractor, do you, Murdock?
Murdock: [smiles] You're right. I was just guessing.
Psychiatrist: Well, don't guess. What does it look like?
Murdock: Ink. It looks like ink. See, I have done this most of my life off and on and I don't see nothin', so I just guess.
Psychiatrist: It looks like a butterfly, don't it? See, there's the wings and there's the head.
Murdock: Hey, yeah. Yeah! I see that. Yeah, it's a butterfly!
Psychiatrist: Good. Butterfly. Now what is this?
[Psychiatrist puts another picture on the table.]
Murdock: Garbage bag. Empty garbage bag.
[Psychiatrist rolls eyes and motions for the guard to take Murdock away.]
Murdock: I'd like a trash bag, please, if you have one. I really could use a trash bag.”
Face: Well, we were thinking maybe we'd tie you to a tree and leave you for the lions. They like a little snack at night.
Murdock: Yeah, they get the munchies, right after Carson.
Hannibal: Could try the old Indian trick.
Face: Stake 'em out over an anthill?
Hannibal: I've always liked it.
Face: Uh, I don't know. I'm not sure how I'd get the ants to go for these two.
Murdock: Oh, that's easy. Just stick an ice-cream cone right in their pocket.
Vanatta: You guys are crazy.
Hannibal: Oh, he's crazy. We're just bad-tempered. Okay, start walking.
Vanatta: What, you are letting us go?
Hannibal: For now.
Vanatta: We'll never make it back on foot.
Hannibal: Try it on your hands and knees.”
Psychiatrist: We give him one, and he shuts up for a couple of hours.
Face: Hmmm. Interesting. If I could talk to him, I might be able to determine if it's a genuine neurotic fixation or if our boy is trying to section eight his way into the soft walls of a prison psych ward.
Psychiatrist: I sure would appreciate that. None of us can get any sleep around here.”
Face: Uh, Hannibal, if we're gonna fight, I'd really prefer to be teamed with B.A.
Murdock: Me, too.
Hannibal: Are you guys saying you don't want to team up with me?
Face and Murdock: Yes!
B.A.: I'll tell you why. Because when you're on the jazz, man, you're dangerous!”