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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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Stitch Jones: I ain't never heard of no Heartbreak Ridge. Choozoo: It ain't in any of the history books. Just a little piece of war. Hell, the place didn't even have a name; just a number. Stony Jackson took one look up and said, "Ladies, if it don't kill us, it'll surely break our hearts." Stitch Jones: Who's Stony Jackson? Choozoo: He was our platoon sergeant. He was the one recommended Highway for his Congressional Medal of Honor. Stitch Jones: Gunny Highway won the CMH? Choozoo: He charged two machine gun nests by himself. Didn't sleep for three days. The final human wave, he held off almost singlehandedly. When it was over, there's me, Stony Jackson, Tom Highway. We're the only ones still alive.

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Webster: I thought you guys didn't like Highway. I heard that AK-47 fire comin' from your A.O. Don't you guys wanna go back to the way things were? Nobody fuckin' with you? Stitch Jones: Looks to me like nobody's gonna fuck with us the way things are right now. Webster: There's weekend liberty in it for all of y'all. I'll start with you. Profile: [flatly] I got nothin' to say. Webster: You. Quinones: [grins] No habla inglés. Webster: Things are gonna go hard on all of you if you don't cooperate. Fragetti: We ain't got nothin' to say to you, Webster. Stitch Jones: Why don't you take your ass back to that faggot 1st Platoon of yours? And, uh- [imitates Gunny Highway's deep voice] Don't go away mad. Just go away. You been told.

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Stitch Jones: Yeah, Gunney, what's the deal, man? This is another bullshit alert, right? Thomas Highway: We're going to war, men. Stitch Jones: Mother of Jesus. Thomas Highway: We're going to assist in an operation on the island of Grenada to rescue of the American citizens there. Stitch Jones: The island of what? Major Malcolm A. Powers: Grenada. It's a Caribbean island also known as "The Isle of Spice". It's 86 nautical miles from the northeast coast of Venezuela. Now our mission is to helo-cast into a small bay into the west side of the island and recon in advance before the Marine landing force. Stitch Jones: Yes, yes, I can do that, man. I forgot my suntan oil. Thomas Highway: Come on, it's time to earn your pay. Let's go. Lieutenant Ring: Come on, pick it up. Let's go. PA Announcer: Now hear this. Now hear this. Flight deck, prepare to launch helo. Prepare to launch helo. Major Malcolm A. Powers: Over there! Thomas Highway: Your glasses. Get ready!

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Highway, Choozoo: [Grinning and heading out] Semper Fi, sir. Colonel Meyers: Ooh-rah...