— General, are you tryin' to tell me in all this man's military... there is no room left for a trained weapon of destruction?
— The fighting is no longer done on the battlefields, Payne. Now all the blood is shed in the halls of Congress. Boys like us are becoming dinosaurs.
— There gotta be somebody need some killin'.
— I'm sorry, Major, there's no one left. You've killed 'em all.