The Great Santini

Mary Anne: I hate this place. Lillian: Now sugar, you've got to open yourself to a town. You've been in the Corps long enough to know that. Mary Anne: I am not in the Corps. Matt: Says you! Bull: Shut your little yaps! Now here it is sports fans, Beaufort S.C.! Mary Anne: And to think I mistook it for Paris, France.

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Mary Anne: Hey Dad, why do you love me more than your other children? Bull: Beat it, I'm reading the sports page. Mary Anne: Let's have a conversation, Dad. Let's bare our souls and get to know one another. Bull: I don't want you to get to know me. I like being an enigma, like a Chink. Now scram. Mary Anne: Am I a Meechum Dad? Can girls be real Meechums; girls without jump shots? Or am I a simple form of Meechum, like in biology. Mary Anne, the one-celled Meechum. Bull: Mary Anne scram, I'm starting to lose my temper. Lilian! Mary Anne: [falls to the ground] Dad, I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant by a negro Daddy. His name is Rufus, I didn't wanna tell you but since we're baring our souls to each other. Rufus is a pacifist; a pacifist homosexual. Bull: Jesus H. Christ! Lilian, I'm going to the club. I'll see you all at the game! I can't stand it around here! [storms off as Mary Anne follows him] Mary Anne: But you'll get to like him after a while Dad. Dwarfs are easy to like, especially when

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Lillian: Your father is very nervous about this game. Look at me, young lady! Look at me! You've got to interpret the signals he gives off! Mary Anne: No problem! He always gives off the signals of a psychopathic killer, so it really doesn't matter how you interpret them!

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Bull: Stand by for a fighter pilot! Arabelle: Whatchu say, Cap'n? Bull: I am the Great Santini! Arabelle: I's Arabelle Smalls, your new maid! Ain't never worked for no Italian before. Bull: Pure Irish. And you, you're a solid-lookin' woman. Arabelle: I can punch hard as a man. You wanna hit my shoulder? Bull: This is a Marine you're talking to. I might cause internal bleeding or something. Arabelle: You go ahead and hit Arabelle's shoulder. Come on down here. Bull: Okay, lady. Watch out. [hits Arabelle, then looks at her, impressed] You are solid as a rock. Arabelle: Now it's my turn. Bull: [startled, trying to pretend like it was nothing] Ooh! You call that punching? Arabelle: You want me to try again? Bull: Hell no, because if you hurt your hand, I'm gonna have to pay the doctor bills. Lillian: What is goin' on out here- oh! Why you must be Mrs. Smalls! Arabelle: I is. Lillian: Why, good- I'm Lillian Meechum, and this is my husband, Lieutenant Colonel Bull Meechum. Bull: My kinda wom

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Bull: Castro, you bearded fag! I'd like to chase you down the main street of Havana in my F4! And de Gaulle! God! God! Why did you put so many jerks in the world at the same time?! Arabelle: Kinda peculiar, ain't he? Lillian: He's just readin' his paper. Come on in.

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Mary Anne: He does remind me someone from the movies, but it's not Rhett Butler. Karen: Who's that? Mary Anne: Godzilla!

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