| John Winger: |
Come on, it's Czechoslovakia. We zip in, we
pick 'em up, we zip right out again. We're not going to Moscow.
It's Czechoslovakia, it's like going into Wisconsin. |
| Russell Ziskey: |
Well, I got the sh** kicked out of me in Wisconsin
once. Forget it. |
| ----- |
| Russell Ziskey: |
Do the words, "act of war," mean anything to
you? Huh? |
| John Winger: |
I have a plan. |
| Russell Ziskey: |
Great, Custer had a plan, too. |
| ----- |
| Russell Ziskey: |
[W]e're not homosexuals, but we are willing
to learn. |
| John Winger: |
Yeah, would they send us someplace special? |
| ----- |
| Russell Ziskey: |
When I was a kid, my father told me, "never
hit anyone in anger, unless you're absolutely sure you can
get away with it." |
| ----- |
| John Winger: |
Madam, perhaps you'd like to eat your luggage. |
| ----- |
| Russell Ziskey: |
[I]f I get killed, my blood is on your hands. |
| John Winger: |
Just don't get it on my shoes, okay? |
| ----- |
| Russell Ziskey: |
What happens if I refuse to get on the bus? |
| Louise: |
Oh, you look like a sensitive, intelligent
guy. Don't make me shoot you. |
| ----- |
| John Winger: |
So we're all dogfaces, we're all very, very
different. But, there is one thing that we all have in common:
we were all stupid-enough to enlist in the army. |
| ----- |
| Russell Ziskey: |
You're gonna finish basic training! |
| John Winger: |
Oh yeah? |
| Russell Ziskey: |
You're gonna keep your mouth shut! |
| John Winger: |
Oh yeah? |
| Russell Ziskey: |
And, you're gonna do everything he tells you! |
| John Winger: |
Oh yeah? |
| Russell Ziskey: |
And, you know why?! |
| John Winger: |
Why? |
| Russell Ziskey: |
Because you talked me into this! That's why,
you idiot! |
| ----- |
| Howard J. Turkster: |
I joined the army 'cause my father and brother
were in the army. I though I'd better join before I got drafted. |
| Sgt. Hulka: |
Son, uh, there ain't no draft no more. |
| Howard J. Turkster: |
There was one? |
| ----- |
| Soldier: |
Boxer or jockey? |
| John Winger: |
Got something in a low-rise bikini, mesh, if
possible? |
| ----- |
| Russell Ziskey: |
How many of you would say you speak English
fairly well, but with some difficulty? A little English? Yes,
you speak some English. |
| Student: |
Son-of-bitch. Sh**. |
| ----- |
| John Winger: |
We're soldiers, but we're American soldiers!
We've been kicking ass for 200 years! We're 10-and-1! |
| ----- |
| John Winger: |
I've got to dry-out or I'll be dead before
I'm 30. The army is my only chance. |
| Russell Ziskey: |
You could join a monastery. |
| John Winger: |
Did you ever see a monk get wildly-fu**ed by
some teenage girls? |
| Russell Ziskey: |
Never. |
| John Winger: |
So much for the monastery. |
| ----- |
| John Winger: |
Gentlemen, it's party time, battalion style! |
| ----- |
| Sgt. Hulka: |
[I]'m gonna teach every last one of ya, how
to: eat, sleep, walk, talk, shoot, sh**; like a United States'
soldier! |
| ----- |
| John Winger: |
There's something wrong with us! Something
very, very wrong with us! Something seriously wrong with us! |
| ----- |
| John Winger: |
I don't think I've ever been this happy. |
| ----- |
| John Winger: |
That's my philosophy: a hundred dollar shine
and a three dollar pair of boots. |
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