You have a cancer.
You fuck little girls? So be it.
That’s what I love about these high school girls, man. I get older, they stay the same age.
So tell me, my man… you nervous in the service?
Another glorious day in the Corps! A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal’s a banquet! Every paycheck a fortune! Every formation a parade! I LOVE the Corps!
War don’t ennoble men. It turns them into dogs… poisons the soul.
Now I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.
Every time he comes up, he’s got no knife, he’s got no jacket, he’s got no pants, he’s got no boots. All he’s got is that stupid gun he carries around like John Wayne.
John Wayne? That’s a terrible cowboy name!
Well, that is your name, isn’t it? Calvin Klein? It’s written all over your underwear.
I don’t even know your name! How will I find you?
You just put your lips together and…blow.
Blow me to Bermuda!
It’s the Fujita scale. It measures a tornado’s intensity by how much it eats. Destroys. That one we encountered back there was a strong F2, possibly an F3. Maybe we’ll see some 4’s. 4 is good. 4 will relocate your house very efficiently.
It’s a twister! It’s a twister!!
Hoo wee! I’m happier 'than a a tornado in a trailer park!
I’m Batman.
Whoo! Where’s my autograph book?
A hut on the mountain.
We are not questioning your authority, sir, but if manners prevent our speaking the truth, we will be without manners.