Sergeant:
Any questions?
Bozz:
I got a question, Sergeant. If I'm dead, how come I can ask you a question?
Soldier Boy:
Well, the fellas say that if you don't wanna go to Nam, you better pray to Jesus or talk to Roland Bozz.
Bozz:
Courage is when you're the only guy who knows how shit-scared you really are.
Miter:
You know what I am Bozz? I'm a butcher.
Bozz:
Yeah, we all butchers, Miter.
Miter:
No, I'm a real butcher.
Bozz:
Shit, you haven't killed anyone yet.
Miter:
God damn it, Bozz, I mean a real butcher. Back home I cut meat.
Bozz:
What else they gonna do? Send us to Viet-Fucking-Nam? Too late for that shit.
Johnson:
You know what your problem is Wilson? You need to listen for the pop.
Wilson:
Whoa, whoa. What's "the pop", Johnson?
Johnson:
That's the sound you're gonna make when your head comes out of your ass for the first time.
Bozz:
Nobody saves anybody you stupid son of a bitch.
Bozz:
Hey let's not become friends, Jim. You could be dead tomorrow and I'd miss you too much.
Private:
Sarge, you got any advice on how to stay alive in vietnam?
Sergeant Cota:
Yes, I do, Private. Don't go.
Bozz:
My friend here wants to go for the experience, Sergent. Says he ain't scared.
Sergeant Cota:
Good luck, Private. You ask me, I'll stick with the smart and the scared.
[After seeing a demonstration on electrocuting someone's balls]
Sergeant:
No one said you could leave soldier.
Bozz:
Why?
Sergeant:
Why what?
Bozz:
Why would I want to do that to another human being?
Bozz:
Jim just shut the fuck up! This is - I know what I'm doin' here!
Bozz:
Damnit Cantwell! Shit man. Shit! Fuck, I don't even know you, man! You sittin' there telling your fucking stories. You make me want to fuckin' cry! What's that about?
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Just cause you got the stripes don't mean you ain't gonna die.
Sergeant:
What's the purpose of this cluster fuck?
Bozz:
[spoken quickly] Wilson tried to switch targets with Cantwell, Sergeant.
Wilson:
What?
Jim:
[talking quickly] True Sergeant I saw him do it!
Sergeant:
Get up Lazarus! You're resurrected!
Bozz:
[kicks Wilson] ... get up...
Cantwell:
Doesn't it strike you how each one of us is a little bit of everything, and everything is shit.
Bozz:
If I told you there was a bunch of people around here who get us to Mexico, away from the war, would you go?
Paxton:
No... no I wouldn't. I enlisted, so there is a place for me... and if I don't go, somebody is gonna take that place. And if they die, they're dying for me.
[Reading girls' palms at a bar]
Bozz:
Well it says here you got a long sex line.
Claudia:
Where's it say that?
Bozz:
I don't know, but it says you're gonna be havin' some sex real soon.
Cheri:
Woah what about me?
Bozz:
Oh Yeah. Some Sex for Cheri, too.
Paxton:
My father said the army makes one man, but you never know which one. He never knew Roland Bozz.
Captain Saunders:
You are pissing your life away.
Roland Bozz:
Well, I don't need the fucking army and I don't need the fucking war to tell me that, Sir!
Roland Bozz:
Is this a trick? You tryin' to make me a hero, or somethin'?
Sergeant Ezra Landers:
Nope.
Sergeant Cota:
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