You're dead, marine. You just stepped on four booby traps that blew your legs off and...

Highway: You're dead, marine. You just stepped on four booby traps that blew your legs off and we'll have to send out a search party for your testicles. Now, where the hell's your backup? Lance Corporal Fragatti: Profile. Highway: What the fuck good you doin' back there? Without any cover fire, I get my ass blown off! While you guys are sittin' there pumpin' the neighbor's dog, we'll get every swinging dick in this platoon killed! Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Hey, chill out, man. That's what we're here for. Highway: Say, what? Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: We're here for that, man. We've ambushed Major Powers three times, and always right here. We know what we're doing. Highway: Well, shit-for-brains, who says we're gonna ambush Major Powers right here? Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Hey, didn't you hear Lieutenant Ring? Major Powers wants us to die in a loud, grotesque, military manner. Highway: I don't give a fuck about Major Powers. My job is to keep you men alive, now let's move on. [1st Platoon is approaching the ambush site] Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: We'll come to the ambush site over the next hill. Sergeant Webster: Roger that. Choozoo: Sure does help knowing when and where you're gonna be hit, sir. [Recon watching 1st Platoon pass through a valley] Highway: Easy. Give them a few more yards and we'll nail the coffin shut. Now. [Recon begins firing] Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: [Reacting to his MILES gear going off] You're in the wrong ambush site! Cease fire! You're in the wrong ambush site! [Sees Highway grinning at him] Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: Sergeant Major, turn this damn thing off. Choozoo: Makes a hell of a racket, doesn't it, sir?

You tripped on four booby traps that blew your legs off... ...and we have to send out a search party for your testicles. Where's your backup? Profile. What good are you back there? Without any cover fire, I get shot. While you guys pump the dog, we get everyone in this platoon killed. Chill out. That's what we're here for. Say what? We've ambushed Major Powers three times, and always right here. We know what we're doing. Who says we're going to ambush Major Powers right here? Didn't you hear Lieutenant Ring? Major Powers wants us to die in a loud, grotesque, military manner. I don't give a fuck about Major Powers. My job is to keep you men alive. Let's move on. Coming to the ambush site over the next hill. Roger that. It helps, knowing when and where you're going to be hit, sir. Easy. Give them a few more yards, then we'll nail the coffin shut. Chill out. Here they come. Hit them now! Now! Cease fire! You're in the wrong ambush site! Cease fire! They're in the wrong ambush site! Recon! Recon! - Sergeant Major! - Yes? Turn this damn thing off. Makes a hell of a racket, doesn't it, sir? This man usurped authority, disregarded procedures... ... and ignored my personal directives all week. Why, Lieutenant? - Sir, I thought the training... - You think too much and act too little. You're supposed to be an officer. Look it up in your leader's handbook. Who gave you permission to deviate from the training schedule? I needed to evaluate my men, sir. They're not your men, you son of a bitch. They're the U.S. Marine Corps' men. The 2nd Division's men. The 8th Marine Regiment's men. In other words, they're my men. And so are you. Get it? I'll get my ass shot off if I'm in a hot landing zone with an untrained platoon. You will follow my program to the letter. No questions asked. We go into combat tomorrow, you'll plant half those men. You did it on your own, didn't you? I can't fix it if I don't know what's broken. You make it easy. Sir... ...I gave Gunney permission to freelance his... ... I mean, the men, sir. Wait outside, Ring. Aye, aye, sir. I'm going to run you out of the Corps, Highway. The funny thing is, you'll do all the work.