Highway, I heard you was back. Webster. These retards couldn't fight their way out of a...

Sergeant Webster: Highway, I heard you was back. Highway: Webster. Sergeant Webster: These retards couldn't fight their way out of a shit house. Highway: That where you been keeping yourself lately? Highway: Major Powers and me are building an elite company of fightin' men. Highway: Webster, the only thing you could build is a good case of hemmorhoids. [taps Fragatti on the head] Lance Corporal Fragatti: What? What? Highway: Well, you're blowing away all of your ammunition, Fag-eddy. Miss I ain't America's gonna make Swiss cheese out of you. Lance Corporal Fragatti: It's not my fuckin' fault, man. The fuckin' weapon's fuckin' fucked up. Highway: [takes rifle and fires at target] There's nothing wrong with that rifle. Keep it tight. [moves down to Jones] Highway: You wake up this morning with a piss pot on your head? Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Uh, no, Gunny, I wore this in your honor. Highway: Is that right? Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Yeah, you know, Sands of Iwo Jima, Pork Chop Hill, Kason, all that old antique shit. Sort of a tribute to an aging veteran close to retirement such as yourself. Highway: Well, I'm touched. Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Yeah, you know, sort of a recon way of saying welcome and ineveitably, goodbye. Highway: And the kevlar helmet you were issued, that didn't by chance find it's way into one of the local pawn shops in town now did it? Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Hey, hey, yo, that's a serious implication, Gunny. You know, we're financially responsible for these bad boys. Highway: That's right, you are, that's why I want to see kevlar on your head by 1900 hours or you won't have a head to put it on. Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Yes, sir, Gunny Highway Sergeant, sir! Profile: Hey, Gunny. My weapon's jammed! [stands and the rifle goes off] Sergeant Webster: [as the platoon is marching back] Major Powers' gonna teach you how to discipline your men. Highway: Webster, if Powers ever comes to a sudden stop your face is gonna go half way up his ass. Lance Corporal Fragatti: Profile's never gonna make it back to the barracks. Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Powers is cold blooded, man. Highway: [after Profile falls] Come on, Profile. You can make it. Don't give the prick the satisfaction.

Highway, I heard you were back. Webster. These retards couldn't fight their way out of a shithouse. Is that where you've been keeping yourself? The Major and I are building an elite company of fighting men. The only thing you could build, Webster, is a good case of hemorrhoids. - What? - You're blowing away all your ammunition. Mr. I-Hate-Americans is going to make you into Swiss cheese. Slow down your fire. It's not my fucking fault! The fucking weapon is fucking fucked up! Nothing is wrong with that rifle. Keep it tight. Did you wake up this morning with a piss pot on your head? No, Gunney. I wore this in your honor. - Is that so? - Yes. I figured, this is a classic piece of issue, Iwo Jima, Pork Chop Hill, Khe Sahn... ...all that old antique stuff. A nice tribute to an aging veteran as close to retirement as yourself. I'm touched. Yes! Recon way of saying welcome, and inevitably, goodbye. And the Kevlar helmet you were issued... ... that didn't, by chance, find its way into one of the local pawn shops in town? No way, Gunney. That's a serious implication. - We're financially responsible for them. - That's right. You are. That's why I want to see Kevlar on your head by 1900 hours... ...or you're not going to have a head to wear it on. Yes, sir, Gunney Highway, Sergeant, sir. Gunney, my weapon's jammed. - What the... - Shit! Major Powers is going to teach you how to discipline your men. If Powers ever stopped suddenly, your face would go halfway up his ass. Profile is never going to make it back. Powers is cold-blooded. Don't give the prick the satisfaction. You can make it. Recon! What did you say, Gunnery Sergeant? I said, "Don't give the prick the satisfaction," sir. "Sensitive dialogue during a communication of the relationship." - Follow you home? - Sure. Why not? Somebody just look outside and see what shirt he's wearing. It doesn't matter. He'll just complain about something else. Life was a lot easier before Frankenstein came. Right! How am I going to play on American Bandstand? All of this macho soldiering shit is bad for my hands. People, fall out. I said, fall out! Now! We're not going anywhere. All this play-war stuff is bullshit. This is all a question of mind over matter. We no longer mind because you don't matter.