He's mobile infantry
Forget it, Ensign. He's mobile infantry. When you're paid to kill it doesn't pay to be polite.
You got something to say about mobile infantry?
You heard me. You want to make something of it... private?
No, sir, not with an officer. The M.I. doesn't mint stupid troopers.
Then let's disregard rank.
[raising voice to speak to the crowd]
Everybody hear that? Rank is not an issue here.
Zander, please, don't do this.
Come on, what's he gonna do?
[Zander turns towards Rico, who punches Zander in the jaw]
My family's all farmers.
I hate farming.
Mobile Infantry? It's like
pure picnic by comparison.
All right, so they grow 'em big
and dumb on the farm planet, huh?
- And pretty!
- I like big.
- Djana'd, what about you?
- Oh, I'm goin' in for politics.
And, you know, you gotta be a
citizen for that, so here I am.
- Ah, you want some responsibility.
Shujumi! Come on,
let's keep it going.
I got into Harvard, but my
father says, "Forget it."
It's gonna cost an arm and a
leg, you know? If I serve...
- Federation pays my way!
- I want to have babies.
It's a lot easier to get
a license if you serve.
I'm going career.
Officer's training. All the way.
Future sky marshal.
All right, Rico, your turn.
- Who asked you to be so nosy?
- What, I'm the bad guy?
I'm gonna be a writer.
A writer's got a right to be nosy.
Hey, Flores. You know Rico from
Buenos Aires. What's his story?
because of a girl.