At ease. That'll be all Sergeant Major. Aye, aye, sir. Oh, for Christ sake Highway, relax....

Major G.F. Devin: At ease. That'll be all Sergeant Major. Sergeant Major in Court: Aye, aye, sir. Major G.F. Devin: Oh, for Christ sake Highway, relax. Stop being so damn gung ho. Highway: That's what I am, sir. Major G.F. Devin: What do you got about 24 in now Highway? Highway: And then some, sir. Major G.F. Devin: You know, some men in your position might look forward to retirement. Maybe think about taking the wife on an around the world cruise. But that's not your way, is it? No. Instead you choose to harrang my staff with a request for transfer to a fleet marine force unit. In fact the very unit you got busted out of some time ago for insubordination. Conduct unbecoming. Highway: [woman marine enters office] That's true, major, I have had my differences with some limp dicks. Major G.F. Devin: Highway! [woman leaves] Major G.F. Devin: You know, I truly don't know whether to admire ya or resent the living hell out of of ya. Well, I guess it doesn't matter either way because you are out of here effective immediately. Highway: Where to, sir? Major G.F. Devin: 2nd Recon Battalion. 2nd Marine Division. You're goin' home. Highway: Yes, sir! [Turns to leave] Major G.F. Devin: Gunny Highway. Highway: Sir? Major G.F. Devin: Be careful what you wish for. You might just get it.

- At ease. That'll be all, Sergeant Major. - Aye, aye, sir. Highway, relax. Stop being so gung-ho. That's what I am, sir. What do you got now, about 24? And then some, sir. Some men in your position would look forward to retirement. Take their wives on an around-the-world cruise. But that's not your way. Is it? You choose to harangue my staff with a request for transfer to... ...a Fleet Marine Force Unit. The very unit you got busted out of for insubordination, conduct unbecoming. That's true, Major. I have had my differences with some limp dicks... Highway! I don't know whether to admire you... ...or resent the living hell out of you. Either way, I guess it doesn't matter. You're out of here, effective immediately. Where to, sir? 2nd Recon Battalion, 2nd Marine Division. You're going home. Aye, aye, sir. Gunney Highway? Sir? Be careful what you wish for. You might just get it. Halt! About face! We're going to bring up tonight's last victim. He's a true blood, born in New Jersey. He's the President of Punk. The Earl of Funk. The next king of rock and roll himself. Ladies and gentlemen, Stitch Jones. Do I bother you while you're playing romance the sheep? Why not bag the geeks and keep America beautiful? Put a 10-gallon bag over their 10-gallon heads. Shall we take care of this? You look like the Twin Towers turned to cellulite. I can play country-western. Give me another chance. Oh yeah? I know Merle Haggard, Hoss Cartwright, The Beverly Hillbillies. Give me another chance. I need the money!