Heartbreak Ridge

Sergeant Major Choozoo: [Entering the office] Hey, crotch rot, you gonna slurp my lifer's juice out of my own cup? Gunnery Sergeant Highway: Yeah, I should've gotten shots beforehand. Choozoo: If your brain was half as quick as your mouth, skunk stool, you'd be a friggin' twenty-star general by now. Highway: And if I was half as ugly as you, Sergeant Major, I'd be a poster boy for a prophylactic. Choozoo: Still a mean and nasty bastard. God-damn good to see you, Tom! [Hugs Highway] Back where you belong! Highway: Hey, go easy on me, or else everybody's gonna think I'm spoken for.

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Tom Highway: Hey, baby. Little Mary Jackson: Well, I called his wife-- Tom Highway: Do you fool around on the first date? Little Mary Jackson: Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Little Mary Jackson: Damn you, girl. Do you know how to write and call? Tom Highway: Well, I didn't want you to cause any sleepless nights thinking about me. Little Mary Jackson: I'll get you a beer. Tom Highway: Great. I could use one. Sure, you look great. They don't make them like you anymore, sweetheart. Little Mary Jackson: (sits at bar) Oh, hell, sure they do. But if you want a lot from a woman, you have to give a lot. Tom Highway: Yes, it's this kid. It seemed that marriage and the Marine Corps weren't too compatible. Little Mary Jackson: Panther piss. The best years of my life were with a Marine. Now if I was a little younger, I'd make you eat your words and curl your toes. Tom Highway: Yeah, I bet you could. Little Mary Jackson: (smiling) Aggie always kept a smile on your face. Tom Highway: That was p

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Stitch Jones: You see, it's all a question of mind over matter. We no longer mind, 'cause, you don't matter. You've been voted out of office, baby. Highway: Mister Jones, you fall out in that street or I'm gonna kick your ass right off this fuckin' planet. Stitch Jones: Oh, I don't think so, babe. Swede! Recon Platoon: [Chanting loudly] Swede, Swede, Swede, Swede, Swede! Stitch Jones: Uh, Gunny, I'd like you to meet my big friend, Swede Johanson. Swede, say something charming to the man. Swede Johanson: I'm gonna rip your head off and shit down your neck. Highway: Stick your chin up. [Swede does] Higher. [punches Swede, knocking him to the floor] Now get your ass out in that street, ladies. Right this second. Stitch Jones: [hastily] Uh, I'll catch you later, Swede!

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Frageti: What the hell was that? Highway: You're dead, Marine! You just stepped on four booby traps and blew your legs off! We'll have to send out a search party for your testicles! Now where the hell's your backup? Frageti: Profile. Highway: What the fuck good are you doing back there? Without any cover fire I get my ass blown off! [Turns back to the three Marines who tripped over the rope] While you guys are sitting there pumpin' the neighbor's dog we get every swingin' dick in this platoon killed! Stitch Jones: Hey, chill out, man; that's what we're here for. Highway: Say what? Stitch Jones: We're here for that! We've ambushed Major Powers three times and always right here; we know what we're doing. Highway: Well, Shit-For-Brains, who says we're gonna ambush Major Powers right here? Stitch Jones: Hey, you didn't hear Lieutenant Ring? Major Powers wants us to die in a loud, grotesque, military manner. Highway: I don't give a fuck about Major Powers! My job is to keep you men alive. L

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Major Powers: Fill out the proper request forms and send it through the chain of command. Highway: [In disbelief] Request forms? Major Powers: Ten-hut! Colonel Meyers: At ease, men. Major Powers: Major Malcom Powers, sir. Annapolis, Class of '71. Colonel Meyers: How are your men doing, Major? Major Powers: My men are ready to fight to the death to protect our country, sir. Colonel Meyers: [A beat as Colonel Meyers, a combat veteran, looks at him] Let's hope that won't be necessary. [Notices Highway] Have we ever served together? Highway: I don't know, sir. Sergeant Major Choozoo and I were in 2nd Battalion, 7th in '68. Colonel Meyers: I had a rifle company in 1st Battalion, 7th. Highway: [smiles] Well, we sure as hell chewed some of the same dirt, sir. Colonel Meyers: That's for sure. What's your assessment of this alert? Highway: It's a clusterfuck. Colonel Meyers: Say again? Highway: Marines are fighting men. They shouldn't be sitting around on their sorry asses filling out request f

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Roy Jennings: Tonight's winner is Miss Sarita Dwayne! Stitch Jones: Wait a minute, man. That's bullshit. Thomas Highway: I don't play none of this jail give-up-the-booty bullshit. Powers will thin-slice your prick as soon as the war goes. Aggie: What a dirty mess. Thomas Highway: What a dirty, stinking mess. He needs you, Aggie. Aggie: Until the next war.

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