Nice plan, Face. Yea, we just trade Lynches and now we're going back to prison. We...

Col. John 'Hannibal' Smith: [after being arrested again at the end] Nice plan, Face. Capt. 'Howling Mad' Murdock: Yea, we just trade Lynches and now we're going back to prison. Col. John 'Hannibal' Smith: We returned the plates, we can hold our heads high. We did the right thing. Sgt. Bosco 'B.A.' Baracus: Yea, and look what it got us. This is bullshit. Capt. 'Howling Mad' Murdock: They burned us again, Hannibal. We trusted the system, and it turned on us. Col. John 'Hannibal' Smith: Remember boys, no matter how random things may appear, there's always a plan... kid. Lt. Templeton 'Faceman' Peck: I don't mean to steal your line, boss, but [shows key to handcuffs in mouth] Lt. Templeton 'Faceman' Peck: I love it when a plan comes together.

Do you have the plates? I wouldn't be calling you if I didn't. Smith, return the plates, kill Morrison, and reclaim your lives. I want signed and authorized amnesty agreements for myself and for each of my men. From the White House, the State Department and the Joint Chiefs of Staff. You hear me? I'm gonna need a little more time. How much? Give me five minutes. I'm waiting. Don't you get it, Hannibal? We fight for them, we bleed for them, we die for them... They don't give a rat's ass. Death and destruction, they're selling it like it was on the goddamn commodities exchange. Don't push this off on them. This is not about them. Your war protest was stealing billions of dollars! Who are you? I am a general. You are a colonel. I say, "Jump," and you say, "How high?" End of story. It is now.