- SSgt. Aquilla: [the Boys have just arrived for Boot Camp] Hey goddamnit! You with the fuckin pretty face! What the hell are you spitting on the ground for, what is that shit in your mouth?
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: Chewing tobacco sir.
- SSgt. Aquilla: Its what?
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: Chewing tobacco sir!
- SSgt. Aquilla: What the hell are you doing with chewing tobacco in your mouth?
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: I don't know sir, I chew when I play baseball.
- SSgt. Aquilla: Do you think this looks like a baseball stadium?
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: No Sir it doesn't.
- SSgt. Aquilla: Then what the hell are you chewing tobacco for? Did you get on the wrong fucking train, or did they draft you!
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: No sir, I enlisted Sir!
- SSgt. Aquilla: You did what?
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: I enlisted in the Marines Sir!
- SSgt. Aquilla: What the hell would you do a crazy thing like that for?
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: [pause]
- SSgt. Aquilla: Answer me goddamn it!
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: I wanna be a Marine sir!
- SSgt. Aquilla: What the hell for?
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: So I can fight for my country sir.
- SSgt. Aquilla: Fuckin turd! Right now I can't stand to look at you! Sergeant get this shit out of my fucking face!
- Pvt. Vinnie Fazio: What's oh-three-hundred?
- SSgt. Loyce: Oh-three-hundred... basic infantryman.
- Pvt. Vinnie Fazio: Does that mean Vietnam?
- SSgt. Loyce: Goddamn right it means Vietnam, numb nuts. Goddamnit, oh-three-hundred is basic infantryman. Oh-three-hundred is the United States Marine Corps!
- Washington: You wouldn't have done it if that was a white boy back there!
- Captain Collins: Oh shit!
- Washington: Yeah but to you he's nothin' but a gook huh? I mean he's just a yellow nigger!
- Captain Collins: He is the enemy!
- Washington: No, *you're* the enemy!
- Washington: Sergeant Loyce don't give a damn!
- The Boys of Company C: Shipped our ass to Vietnam!
- Washington: Good Marines they never die!
- The Boys of Company C: When they're hit they never cry!
- Washington: You listen to me dipshit and I ain't gonna repeat myself. Don't mess with me! Don't mess near me! Don't bring no heat down on me! You're all headed for a fall and I ain't taking the ride, do you dig? You just stay clear of Tyrone! 'Cause you're all a bunch of fuck ups! And you all going to die, every last one of you! You too, dipshit!
- Sergeant Curry: Washington checked his package, The boys checked their package, And I'm checkin' my package. Now, you little wheyfaced, disloyal bum, are you checkin' your package or do you have a package?
- Washington: Sergeant stripes they give him class...
- The Boys of Company C: He just likes to kick our ass!
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: Yeah,well the Captain gave me these, god damnit, cuz my fuckin' foot hurts... all right!... and he also said I don't have to be in your shit eatin' squad anymore.
- Washington: Stay away from me! Hear? You stay the fuck away from me man! If I ever catch you near me again, I'm gonna put my foot upside your ass... sideways!
- SSgt. Loyce: You met our four new replacements yet? Their Drill Instructors call them the four fucking stooges.
- Washington: Replacements? Man I ain't no fool! Those fucks won't last a week out there and anybody who's gotta depend on them is already dead meat!
- SSgt. Loyce: I don't believe that. But I'll tell you what Washington, I respect your judge of character. Do you think they're any more fucked up than the rest of the shit we got in this Goddam platoon?
- Washington: Ah shit, why don't you just march the whole fuckin platoon out here, blow their damn brains out right here. Cuz your gonna end up killin all of us!
- SSgt. Loyce: I'm not the Goddam one that's killing these people. It's you asshole, you're the one. Not me.
- Washington: That's bullshit. That's bullshit. That's BULLSHIT!
- SSgt. Loyce: Let me tell you something Washington. I've got one hell of a shitty Goddam job here. They send me 60-80 buckets of civilian shit and expect me to train them to be combat Goddam ready Marines. I have to send these people to Vietnam. I'm the one that has to send them. They're gonna come back in bags. They're gonna come back in wheelchairs. They're gonna be maimed, they're gonna fucked up people when they come back. It's up to me how they come back. And YOU, asshole. Washington you're not motivated, you're not motivated at all. You could fucking help me. But no, hell no! You got your goddam head up your ass all the time. You're playing your own silly ass Goddam game. Well I'll tell you one thing dippy, you're gonna start playing my game. Or you're gonna find yourself in combat in Vietnam and you're gonna have Charlie shooting at you from the front and the four fucking stooges are going to be shooting at you from the rear!
- Washington: Sir are you talking to me man to man?
- SSgt. Loyce: Yeah I'm talking to you man to man.
- Washington: Then will you remove your hat sir so I can face you eye to eye?
- SSgt. Loyce: [Removing his campaign cover] . I don't mind at all Washington if it's gonna help you out.
- Washington: OK so what do you want me to do huh? I mean WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO MAN? You want me to be a good nigger so you can match those boys out of the brig? Huh, is that it?
- SSgt. Loyce: No Washington I don't want it. GODDAMMIT I DON'T WANT A GOOD NIGGER! I want a Goddam man that out there pushing these people. Someone that they can trust. Someone that they know is trying to help them. I want someone that they can depend on in Vietnam. I don't want them to be afraid to fall down because they know someone's behind them to pick em up and stand em back up on their Goddam feet! Now you show me that kind of a Goddam nigger and I'll give you a platoon that will stand behind you. A platoon that'll save your ass in combat Washington, and they'll save their own asses too. Teamwork Goddammit! Teamwork!
- Washington: Sir, can you get em back?
- SSgt. Loyce: Yeah I can get them back. But I'll tell you one fuckin thing right now dippy. You start this lone wolf shit again on me and I'll stick you with the maggoty ass bunch of Goddam shit you've ever seen in your life. You are bound to get fuckin killed your first week in Vietnam.
- Washington: Get em back.
- SSgt. Loyce: Have I got your Goddam word?
- Washington: You've got my Goddam word.
- SSgt. Loyce: All right. Go out there and get rid of those four fucking scumbags. Send them back wherever the fuck they came from, and I'll go down to the brig and I'll pull some strings and I'll get our people back.
- Washington: Thank you sir.
- SSgt. Loyce: You don't have to thank me. Shit.
- Washington: You see that ambulance over there? You get on it. You get to a hospital and you just disappear.
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: I told you once and I meant it. I ain't gonna do nothing I'm gonna be ashamed of.
- Washington: Let me tell you what you got to be ashamed of. You're gonna have a little bastard running around calling someone else daddy. Now that's what you got to be ashamed of. Gunny!
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: Uh uh
- Washington: Gunny! We got a man here with brain damage. He's got a concussion and he won't go to the hospital!
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: Ah that's cute man, that's real cute!
- Washington: You leave me no choice.
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: All I gotta do is tell em there's nothing wrong with me!
- Sergeant Curry: Pike, I can't use no man with a bruised brain! Now get on the ambulance you disloyal fuck! Understand?
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: Yes sir.
- [Glares at Washington]
- Pvt. Billy Ray Pike: You big lummox! Now you don't deserve this you son of a bitch! You take care of it.
- [Pike takes off his prized baseball cap and gives it to Washington, then picks up his weapon and goes to the ambulance]
- Washington: You take care of it too. Ole country ass boy.
- Sergeant Curry: [after Pike disobeys the Captain's order and scores a goal against the South Vietnamese team] You beautiful disloyal fuck, you!
- Alvin Foster: So, how did you get this game set up sir?
- Lieutenant Archer: General Sloan was so impressed with what we did that he set it up. Foster, do you realize that we took out a communication outpost, captured an enemy stronghold and wiped out an entire company of NVA regulars?
- [pauses]
- Lieutenant Archer: Do you believe everything I just said Foster?
- Alvin Foster: Well, yes sir.
- Lieutenant Archer: Well then, I guess they should make you a General, too.
- SSgt. Loyce: Jesus, how the hell do they expect me to train fuckin' marines when they won't even send me human god-damn beings to start with?
- Washington: Pike! You fuckin' with pills again!... I fuckin' told your ass I don't want a junkie on my back... didn't I? !
- Radio Hanoi Announcer: You're listening to the cool sound of Radio Hanoi
- Lieutenant Archer: Radio Hanoi. God fuck it! We lost the enemy for what? For a goddamn relay booster for motherfuckin' Radio Hanoi! Intelligence storm or a goddamn enemy communication centre! Wires some gooks balls, tells 'em any goddamn thing they want to hear and they listen to 'em because they're fuckheads, 'cause they're goddamn fuckheads! Washington you know why we're on this goddamn mission? You know they have a battalion sitting on top of that hill over there watching down at us? 'Cause we're gonna draw fire Washington, we're bait, we're goddamn motherfuckin' live bait! That's all we are. We gonna draw 'em out of the bush and those bastards in that hill are gonna let loose with that big fancy ass million dollar hardware and they'll get a nice juicy bodycount. Washington, if that's what those motherfuckers want, that is precisely what those motherfuckers are going to GET!
- Alvin Foster: January 30th, 1968. I don't know why I should even bother to write in this journal anymore because after today, who the hells ever gonna believe it? We actually had a chance to get out of this Goddamn war. All we had to do was throw the game and walk away. But for some reason we just couldn't. For some reason, winning that stupid game was more important. So I guess we'll just go on marching into one bloody mess after another, until someone figures out that living has got to be more important than winning.
- Washington: You're an asshole, you're gonna be dumb enough to pull a gun on a man you better be smart enough to pull the trigger!
- Alvin Foster: August 27th, 1967, we took the oath this morning. Tyrone Washington - Chicago, Illinois. Billy Ray Pike - Galveston, Texas. Me, Alvin Foster - Emporia, Kansas. Vinnie Fazio - Brooklyn, New York. Dave Bisbee - Seattle, Washington and a bunch of other guys from all over the country. I decided to keep a journal and write about our experiences in the Marine Corps. Maybe I can get it published someday, that is if anyway wants to read about what happens to a bunch of guys they're gonna send to Vietnam.
- SSgt. Aquilla: All of you, grab your nuts. Grab them! You like your nuts, don't you? Do they feel good to you. DO THEY?
- The Boys of Company C: Sir, yes sir!
- SSgt. Aquilla: Do you want to keep them?
- The Boys of Company C: Sir, yes sir!
- SSgt. Aquilla: Do you think your girlfriend is going to stay with you if you come home without any nuts?
- The Boys of Company C: Sir, no sir.
- SSgt. Aquilla: Then you better listen to your drill sergeants! We are trying to help you KEEP THEM!
- Sgt. Aquilla: Everyone, grab your balls! Grab them! Do they feel good to you?
- The Boys In Company C: Yes sir!
- Sgt. Aquilla: Do you want to keep them?
- The Boys In Company C: Yes sir!
- Sgt. Aquilla: Do you think your girlfriend is going to love you any more if you come home without them?
- The Boys In Company C: No sir!
- Sgt. Aquilla: Then you better start fucking listening to your drill instructors! We are trying to help you keep them!