The Best Rick Rossovich Quotes

[Charlie has just given Maverick her address while pretending to turn down his date offer]
Slider: Crashed and burned! Huh, Mav?
Maverick: Slider...
[sniffs]
Maverick: You stink!

Goose: Hey, hey, Slider. Thought you wanted to be a pilot, man what happened?
Slider: Goose, you're such a dickhead. Whose butt did you kiss to get in here anyway?
Goose: The list is long, but distinguished.
Slider: Yeah, well so is my Johnson.
Goose: So you're flying with Iceman, huh?
Slider: It's Mr. Iceman to you.
Iceman: Hey, Mother Goose, how's it going?
Goose: Good, Tom. This is Pete Mitchell. Tom Kazansky.
Iceman: Congratulations on Top Gun.
Maverick: Thank you.
Iceman: Sorry to hear about Cougar. He and I were like brothers in flight school. He was a good man.
Maverick: Still is a good man.
Iceman: Yeah, that's what I meant.
Iceman: You need any help?
Maverick: With what?
Iceman: You figured it out yet?
Maverick: What's that?
Iceman: Who's the best pilot.
Maverick: You know, I think I can figure that one out on my own.
Iceman: I heard that about you. You like to work alone.
Slider: Mav, you must've sold under a lucky star, huh? I mean, first the MiG, and then you guys slide into Cougar's spot.
Goose: We didn't slide into Cougar's spot. It was ours, okay?
Slider: Yeah, well, some pilots wait their whole career just to see a MiG up close. Guess you guys are lucky and famous, huh?
Iceman: No, you mean notorious. See you later.
Maverick: You can count on it.

Sarah: [answers the phone in Sarah and Ginger's apartment] Hello?
Matt: [sitting on a chair, seductively] First I'm gonna rip the buttons off your blouse one by one, then run my tongue down your neck to your bare, gleaming breasts. And then slowly... slowly pull your jeans off inch by inch.
Sarah: [starts laughing and covers the receiver with her hand] Ginger, it's Matt.
Matt: And lick your belly in circles further and further down, and then pull your panties off with my teeth.
Sarah: [in a serious tone] Who *is* this?
Matt: God. Sarah? Jesus. I'm Sorry. I thought you were... Can I talk to Ginger please?
Sarah: Sure, Bunky.
Ginger: [takes the phone from Sarah] Hello?
Matt: First I'm gonna rip the buttons off your blouse one by one...

Goose: Yeeha, Jester's dead!
Wolfman: Won this bullshit?
Goose: Didn't everybody?
Hollywood: Hell no, man. We got our butts kicked.
Wolfman: Thirty seconds. We went like this, he went like that. I said to Hollywood, "Where'd he go?" Hollywood says, "Where'd who go?"
Hollywood: Yeah, and he's laughing at us, right on the radio, he's laughing at us.
Slider: That was me laughing, dickhead. We won.