Generation Kill (TV series)

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Generation Kill is a 2008 HBO television miniseries based on the book of the same name by Evan Wright, and adapted for television by David Simon, Ed Burns, and Wright.

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[edit] Get Some

Cpl. Gabe Garza: How's it feel, motherfucker? How's it feel to be fuckin' dead?
Cpl. Jason Lilley: Bro, it feels sad. I feel very alone. And also, I gotta take a shit.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Dear Frederick, thank you for your nice letter, but I am actually a US Marine who was born to kill whereas clearly you have mistaken me for some sort of wine-sipping Communist dick-suck. And although peace probably appeals to tree-loving bisexuals like you and your parents, I happen to be a death-dealing, blood-crazed warrior who wakes up every day just hoping for the chance to dismember my enemies and defile their civilizations. Peace sucks a hairy asshole, Freddy. War is the motherfucking answer.
Sergeant Antonio 'Poke' Espera: But thanks for writing, anyway.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Aww, man, every motherfucker in this camp is just waiting for packages of dip, Ripped Fuel, porn mags, batteries, hash chunks, dirty-ass jerk-off letter from Suzy Rottencrotch, except for Brad Colbert over here, who actually thinks that his mail-order turret is gonna come in before we step off. But no, all we get is this happy-day fucking horseshit from Miss Cunt Lips' fourth grade class. Can you fucking believe this shit?
Corporal Josh Ray Person: You know, it doesn't make you gay if you think Rudy's hot. We all think he's hot.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: See, when Marines invade a foreign country, we've gotta buy all our own shit. Me and Brad spent 500 dollars of our own money just fixing up the Humvee. Bought our own antennas, filters, these cammie nets. We even painted it ourselves.
[Ray puts on his sunglasses]
Corporal Josh Ray Person: So yeah, homes, we pimpin'.
Cpl. Walt Hasser: Stove underneath Rudy's espresso pot went off like a forty mike-mike.
Sgt. Antonio "Poke" Espera: Flamed white boy's face like a rotisserie chicken.
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: Let me understand this. My RTO has just been burned, in his tent, by an exploding portable stove; And without my RTO I will be going to war unable to quickly and effectively establish radio communications within our unit, with other elements of the battalion, and with close air support. Is this what is happening?
Sgt. Antonio "Poke" Espera: That and they're probably gonna NJP all our asses for operating a stove in the tent against the regs.
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: Over an espresso maker. This platoon is going down over an espresso maker.
Sgt. Antonio "Poke" Espera: People have been fightin' over this bitch since ancient times, dog. How many graves we standing on? Think about all the wisdom and science and money and civilization it took to build these machines; and the courage of all the men who came here; and the love of their wives and children that was in their hearts. And all that hate, dog. All the hate it took to blow these mother-fuckers away. It's destiny, dog - white man's gotta rule the world.
Sgt. Antonio "Poke" Espera: [Grabs Trombley's boonie off his head] What the fuck is on your grape, devil dog?
Lance Cpl. Harold James Trombley: My boonie, gimmie it back!
Sgt. Antonio "Poke" Espera: You see any other recon marine in here wearing a soft cover?
Lance Cpl. Harold James Trombley: No.
Sgt. Antonio "Poke" Espera: No. No fuckin' way, dog. I know you didn't go through BRC but boy, you gotta front. All these other grunts look up to recon like we are cold-blooded warriors. We're carnivorous motherfuckers, dog - and you gotta carry it like that. [Hands Trombley a watch cap] Here, I got your six, boy.
Sgt. Larry Shawn "Pappy" Patrick: Well, we all got jobs to do. Sgt. Maj. Sixta's job is to be an asshole and he excels at the position.
Sgt. Maj. John Sixta: Jesus Christ! What is you some kind of goddamn hippie faggot? What the fuck is this? Devil Dog, why the fuck is your shirt out of your regulation?
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: Sergeant Major, is there a problem? My marines have been working on that Humvee all morning!
Sgt. Maj. John Sixta: I don't care if your marine has a suckin' chest wound! He will not traipse around on the deck with his shirt tails hangin' out. Might just NJP all your asses!
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: Yes, Sergeant Major. Corporal Person, be advised; you are expected to conduct all business in this camp in compliance with the grooming standard. By direct order of the battalion commander himself.

[CPL Person tucks his shirt in, SGT MAJ Sixta nods, then stops SGT Patrick]

Sgt. Maj. John Sixta: Sgt. Patrick. Your mustache hairs is in violations, growing beyond the corner of your mouth. I hear Godfather his self say, you look like a bum. Police that mustache! Y'all startin' to look like Elvis’s!
Sgt. Maj. John Sixta: Sgt. Patrick! On the deck! You mocking me? Hairs hangin' from your face, beyond your mouth areas. You are unsightly, unsanitary and in violations of Godfather's groomin' standards. You reads me!? Sgt Patrick?! You has 'till o'dark hundred to unfuck you self!
Corporal Josh Ray Person: There's layers of retardation that most people don't even know about. You should quote me on that!
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: Look at this shit. How come we can't ever invade a cool country, with like chicks in bikinis, you know? How come countries like that don't ever need Marines? I'll tell you why. It's lack of pussy that fucks countries up. Lack of pussy is the root fucking cause of all global instability. If more hajis were getting quality pussy, there'd be no reason for us to come over here and fuck 'em up like this! Cause a nut-bustin' haji is a happy haji.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: No, Saddam's just part of the problem. Look, if Saddam invested more in the pussy infrastructure of Iraq than he did on his fuckin' gay-ass army, then this country would be no more fucked up than, say, Mexico.
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: Wake up, Trombley. You're missing the invasion.
Cpl. Gabe Garza: Hey!
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: What d'ya got?
Cpl. Gabe Garza: I just waved at an Iraqi and he waved back, that was cool.
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: Good, Garza. Be magnanimous.
Cpl. Gabe Garza: What the fuck does that mean?
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: Lofty and king-like.
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: Our first contact with armed Iraqi's and we wave at 'em, like bitches!
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Know what happens when you get out of the Marine Corps? You get your brains back.
Sgt. Maj. John Sixta: Yo president is watchin'! Amerikee is watchin'! But more important: Godfather is watchin'! Make no mistake: There! Will! Be! No! Fuck ups! Marines around this world, would gives they left nuts to be, where you are! Anybody not want to go!?
Marines: NO, SERGEANT MAJOR!

[edit] The Cradle of Civilization

[Person is downing Ripped Fuel]

Lance Corporal Harold James Trombley: Sergeant, I thought they were going to send us over the bridge in darkness.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Not retarded enough.
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: [To Person] Careful with the Ripped Fuel.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Fuck, man! I'm on thirty hours no sleep! Beat the record I made in high school when I was on the debate team.
Wright: Wait a minute, you were on the debate team?
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: Whats the channel for the 119s?
Corporal Josh Ray Person: [To Colbert] 64 and tac 7. [To Wright] Yeah, I was really really fucking good, but all the other guys on the team thought I was high all of the time.
Doc Bryan: Where did we get that so-called translator?
Lt. Nathaniel Fick: He told me he worked for General Mattis.
Wright: He told me he worked for the CIA.
Sgt. Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: Back at Mathilda, he said he could hook me up with a free satellite TV.
Lance Cpl. Harold James Trombley: Sergeant, I didn't get to shoot!
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: That fucking sucks, Trombley. Did your recruiting officer tell you you'd get to shoot people?
Lance Cpl. Harold James Trombley: Fucking A he did!
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: See, Trombley asked about shooting people. I asked about pussy. The guy told me I'd get to go to Thailand, get all kinds of strange. What'd you ask about, Brad? Brad probably saw that T.V. commercial, the one with the knight that fucks up the dragon then turns into the Marine.
Cpl. Walt Hasser: Woo woo! Dress blues with a sword!
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: Fucking dress blues commercial man. That got so many fucking guys. Now look at us: Trombley hasn't killed anybody, I'm half a world away from good Thai pussy, and Colbert is out here rolling around fuckbutt Iraq, hunting for dragons in a MOPP suit that smells like four days of piss and ball sweat.
Lance Cpl. Harold James Trombley: Nice.
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: You should have rolled into battle with a sword, Brad. That would've fuckin' rocked.
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: Look at this, gents. Little more than 48 hours into the war and First Marine Division, out of Camp Pendleton, Oceanside, California, is rolling with impunity on Saddam's highway.
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: That song is straight homosexual, country music, special Olympic gay.
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: We're marines. We obey our orders. Our mission now is not to do our original mission.
Cpl. Gabe Garza: Semper Gumby, always flexible.
Cpt. Dave "Cpt. America" McGraw: Corporal, stow this next to my seat. Better be prepared, never know when you might need an AK.
Gunnery Sgt. Mike "Gunny" Wynn: Garza, how your legs, they all right, standing on that turret all day.
Cpl. Gabe Garza: Good, Gunny. I'm Mexican, too hard to feel nothin' from that. I got retard strength.
Navy Hm2 Robert Timothy "Doc" Bryan: This lunatic doesn't even know he's in Iraq. Thinks he's a super hero, some Japanese comic.
Sgt. Rodolfo "Rudy" Reyes: Hey, I put on my super hero uniform every day I'm in the corps, brother. Hoorah? It's how we find our true Dharma.
Sgt. Antonio "Poke" Espera: Fifty percent of Americans are obese dog. You know what obese means, right? Fat as a motherfucker. All these other countries nobody's fat. Think about this shit, dog? How does a motherfucker get fat? You gotta sit on the couch and do nothing but eat and watch TV all day. White trash, poor Mexicans and Blacks, all obese as motherfuckers. See, the white man has created a system with so much excess that even poor motherfuckers are fat.
Sgt. Antonio "Poke" Espera: See, that's what this is all about, dog. The U.S. should just go into all these fucked up countries, Iraq, Africa, setup American government and infrastructure - McDonalds, Starbucks, MTV - Then just hand it all over. I mean, how else we gonna make these hungry motherfuckers want to stop killing everybody? Put a McDonalds on every fuckin' corner. If we gotta blow up the corner, then build the McDonalds, so be it.
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: I see foot mobiles. 12 o'clock, a hundred meters. Damn. Brad, they're fuckin' hotties. I didn't know hajis could be hotties. I thought that they were all camel-faced hags. Hey, Assalamu Alaikum, ladies!
Sgt. Maj. John Sixta: Groo-ming stan-dard! By first light tamorrey, I expects all y'all to be clean shaven...Heys, a lots can go wrong outs here. Lack of batt'ry, cold chow, lack of pussy; but the one thing these mens can counts on is the groomin' standard. I believe it always ought to be there for 'em.
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: Fucking officers will be the death of us yet.

[edit] Screwby

Cpl. Josh Ray Person: Yeah, looks like Saddam's big bad Republican Guard hajjis got wind I was coming. As the great warrior-poet Ice Cube once said, 'If the day does not require an AK, it is good.
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: [To Person] Then again, the world wouldn't have to deal with the prospect of you returning to your cretinous daughter-fucking trailer-park red-state shithole and producing mutant, whiskey tango, scrotum-faced, bucktoothed, zit-exploding progeny.
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: Gentlemen, we just seized an airfield. That was pretty fucking ninja.
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: That's 'cause he's a psycho. But at least he's our psycho.
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: Sir, the main weapon on your point vehicle is unreliable. Given the prevailing climatic conditions, using this lubricant is like trying to butt-fuck a virgin, under-age, Phuket whore with chalk, when K.Y. is clearly called for, Sir.
Lt. Nathaniel “Nate” Fick: You want logistics? Join the Army. Marines make do.
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: A buddy of mine in one-seven had to fucking clean up a Humvee that got hit like that. He said he found the driver’s fingers in the engine compartment.
Evan “Scribe” Wright: How did he know they were the driver’s fingers?
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: Because they were still gripping the steering wheel, fucknuts.
Lance Cpl. Harold James Trombley: Yo, lets shoot some of these dogs.
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: Trombley, I keep telling you, we don’t shoot dogs, we shoot people. And we generally only shoot people if we have to.
Sgt. Antonio "Poke" Espera: Dog. We was like 13 or 14, hanging around in this neighborhood I grew up in, just east of L.A. We saw some cholos from another hood. And we thought we was all hard, gang-banger wanna be’s, so we started saying “Fuck off, yo. Fuck off” Throwin’ and flashing signs to ‘em and stuff. So they started throwing down on us “Wha, wha, wha, wha”, kicking our little asses. And some of the older dogs from our hood came out, grabbed those fools. Took one behind Tasty Freeze, they stabbed him up, with a screwdriver. Killed that cholo. See, generally, white people they don’t drag a dude behind a Tasty Freeze and stab him to death with a screwdriver. So, after that day, I decided, I’m gonna hang with white people.
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: Damn, sucker. I just got some. Look at me, Brad, I’m a man now, just like you. Except, I don’t look like a faggot and talk all educated.
Lt. Nathaniel “Nate” Fick: Most people in America right now probably think of Iraq as a dangerous country. Now, if I was to stand up I might get killed. But to us, behind this wheel, it’s pretty safe. So, to us, Iraq is a safe country, right here. I feel pretty safe, do you feel safe?
Evan “Scribe” Wright: Pretty safe, I guess.
Lt. Nathaniel “Nate” Fick: See, it’s all relative.
Sgt. Larry Shawn “Pappy” Patrick: Sir, has any thought been given to destroying the weapons and ordnance that are sittin’ over there?
Lt. Nathaniel “Nate” Fick: Actually, that did come up. But it seems the Battalion’s supply of C4 is now unaccounted for. The battalion supply truck we left last night, it is a smoldering heap of twisted metal and failed hopes in the trustworthiness of the Iraqis we are striving so hard to liberate.
Cpl. Nathan Christopher: Well, what does that mean, sir?
Lt. Nathaniel “Nate” Fick: It means we’re on one meal a day.
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: I’m betting that they were thinking that they could just, you know, leave a fully loaded supply truck laying around, just like you could anywhere in America, you know. I mean, you park your unlocked car in Detroit or Baltimore, I mean, your shit’s going to be there, guaranteed, when you get back from the day spa with your skin all exfoliated and shit, right. I mean, seriously homes, why would our Iraqi brethren want four hundred pounds of C4, claymores and crates of M-16’s. I mean, it just doesn’t make any sense. Oh wait, you know they could be using all that C4 for like a giant Fourth of July celebration.
Lance Cpl. Harold James Trombley: Look, I didn’t mean to shoot innocent camels, alright. I’m sure I shot people.

[edit] Combat Jack

Lance Corporal Harold James Trombley: I don't know why you guys are down on this shit. I'm a Christian.
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: Theologically speaking, Trombley, the world's been going downhill ever since man first offered entrails to the gods.
Lance Corporal Harold James Trombley: What's that mean? Entrails?
Corporal Josh Ray Person: That religion is gay.
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: The point, Lance Corporal: we're supposed to be a recon unit of pure warrior spirit. We're out here, 40 klicks in enemy lines, and this man of God here, he's a fuckin' POG. In fact, he's an officer POG. That's one more layer of bureaucracy and unnecessary logistics, one more asshole we need to supply MREs and baby wipes for. And worst of all, worst of all, the motherfucker doesn't even carry a weapon. When push comes to shove even Rolling Stone picks up a gun but this fuckin' shill of God, he can't cover a sector, he'll never hump ammo or Claymores. This is a fuckin' war and we're here as warriors, so on top of everything else that's expected of us do we really need to drag him along and indulge in this make-believe bullshit?
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Oh, no. Now not only do we have to worry about all the Charms you've eaten, but now Brad's just pissed off God.
Sgt. Antonio "Poke" Espera: Captain America’s gone dog. You see that look in his eyes, like he’s afraid if he takes a shit hajis gonna come crawling out of his ass.
Cpt. Dave "Cpt. America" McGraw: Eric, what can I do for you?
Sgt. Eric Kocher: Sir, it’s about the enemy AK’s you’ve been firing from your vehicle. You’re endangering us. You’re not calling your targets. The AK’s sound like enemy fire.
Cpt. Dave "Cpt. America" McGraw: Jesus Christ, Eric.
Sgt. Eric Kocher: Sir, if you fire another AK, I’ll fuck you up.
Sgt. Eric Kocher: What the fuck are you two retards doing? Get up on that fucking gun.
Cpl. Daniel Redman: What the fuck is captain America doing out there?
Cpl. Jeffrey 'Dirty Earl' Carisalez: Diggin’ a hole.
Cpl. Daniel Redman: What the fuck’s he digging out there for?
Sgt. Eric Kocher: I have no idea, corporal.
Cpl. Daniel Redman: Dirty, explain this shit to me.
Cpl. Jeffrey 'Dirty Earl' Carisalez: It’s a combat jack. Captain feels the need to entrench in a solitary position before lettin’ one fly.
Cpl. Walt Hasser: Hey, where’s Brad?
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: Jesus fucking Christ, Walt. Are you serious? My first combat jack!
Cpl. Walt Hasser: Fuck your jack, we’re being overrun by armor!
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: He’s in his grave.
Alpha two Lt. (unnamed): Assassin, this is Assassin two actual, over.
Cpt. Bryan Patterson: This is Assassin actual, send it.
Alpha two Lt. (unnamed): Hey, uh, we have found some indication of Iraqi armor operating in the area, but uh, evidence on which to base a BDA is inconclusive so far, over.
Cpt. Bryan Patterson: Interrogative, by inconclusive do you mean to say that you have found no destroyed Iraqi armor?
Alpha two Lt. (unnamed): This is Assassin two actual, at this time not specifically, over.
Cpt. Bryan Patterson: Interrogative, have you found any non specific destroyed Iraqi armor?
Alpha two Lt. (unnamed): Negative, over.
Cpt. Bryan Patterson: Assassin 2, have you found any destroyed targets, military or civilian, over.
Alpha two Lt. (unnamed): Negative, we turned a lot of dirt, over.
Cpt. Bryan Patterson: Roger that.
Alpha two Lt. (unnamed): Assassin 2 actual, out.
Cpt. Bryan Patterson: Eleven thousand pounds of ordinance dropped and we didn’t hit any armor. We didn’t destroy any villages though either. Guess that sort of goes in the win column, right?
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: Aw no, Christ lover at my nine.
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: Coming this way?
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: Yeah, ETA's like 10 seconds.
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: Like I gotta deal with this too...
Lt. Commander Bodley: Men. I'm holding a service, and I wonder if you would take comfort in pausing for a word of prayer.
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: Oh, no thank you Lieutenant Commander. We got the warning order, so it looks like we're going to be moving out to kill a lot more of these Godless heathens for you. But don't worry, we will not rest until the Iraqi threat to your way of worship is neutralized
Lt. Commander Bodley: I'm aware of the warning order, and it's for that reason that we're congregating right now for a brief servi...
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: The other thing is, is that my team leader here, Sgt. Colbert? Yeah, he was born a Hebrew, and remains a practicing Christ killer. So it's purely out of respect for him, I feel as though I'm going to have to forego your festive rituals.
Sgt. Antonio "Poke" Espera: Na, na, na ,na, Brad. You cannot say you like Pocahontas. The genocide of my peoples turned into a cartoon musical with a singing raccoon. I mean, think about it, dog. The real story of Pocahontas is about a bunch of white boys who come to my land, bribe the corrupt Indian chief, kill off all the warriors and fuck the Indian princess silly. Would the white man make a story about Auschwitz? Where the inmate falls in love with the guard? And they go off singing love songs, with dancing swastikas?
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: Poke, what the fuck are you anyway? You wife is half white, you talk like you’re black, Most of your friends are fucking white and, every once in a while, when you feel like it, you throw in with the Indians. Is it just you’re whatever race happens to be cool at the moment?
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: Shit man, it’s really pretty country out here.
Evan “Scribe” Wright: Except for the mortars.
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: Yeah, but they’re random. I mean, come on man, It’s not like anybody’s scoping you with an AK or anything, it’s not personal like that. You really gotta let some of this shit go.
Lance Cpl. Harold James Trombley: I know this may sound weird but deep down, I kinda wanted to know what it feels like to get shot. I mean, not actually shot but, I don’t know, I just get more nervous watching a game show at home on T.V. than I do here, in all this, you know.
Lt. Nathaniel “Nate” Fick: I know this looks like some Blackhawk Down shit we’re doin’ but we’ll be the ones initiating contact, not the bad guys.

[edit] A Burning Dog

Lance Corporal Harold James Trombley: Hey Person, didn't your mom put your picture up on the Wal-mart Wall Of Heroes?
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Yep. My grandma did when I went to Afghanistan. I'm on the Nevada, Missouri Wal-mart Wall Of Heroes. I even got my dress blues on.
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: If my mother ever distributed my likeness without written authorization, I would disown her.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Technically speaking, Brad, but... didn't your biological parents disown you when they put you up for adoption?
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: Point, Ray. I was one of those unfortunates adopted by upper middle-class professionals and nurtured in an environment of learning, art and a socio-religious culture steeped in more than 2000 years of Talmudic tradition. Not everyone is lucky enough to have been raised in a whiskey tango trailer park by a bow-legged female whose sole qualification for motherhood is a womb that happened to catch a sperm of a passing truck driver.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: At least my mom took me to NASCAR!
Lance Corporal Harold James Trombley: Your dad's a truck driver?
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Goddamn Baptista! How the fuck would he like it if I joined the Brazilian Marines and only spoke English?
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Lilley! What the fuck?! Would you please BACK the FUCK UP!?!
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: [regarding Ray Person] Need I remind you that he is the best damn RTO in the business? As long as you keep him away from your uglier daughters and your smaller livestock.
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: And I fucking mean it about the country music.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: You know Brad, you're right. Now isn't an appropriate time for country music. I was thinking a little more old-school R&B... because look -- I'm Stevie Wonder! [lowers night vision goggles] Blind as a motherfucker in my piece of shit NVGs! [singing] LA LA LA LA LA LA LA...
Evan “Scribe” Wright: Sergeant Colbert, I was thinking, those trees over there behind us, maybe the guys who fired at us were in them.
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: As much as I appreciate Rolling Stone’s tactical input, I’m confident in the birds.
Evan “Scribe” Wright: Birds?
Cpl. Gabe Garza: Anything moves in those trees, birds don’t sing.
Cpl. James Chaffin: Better watch your face Ray, Rudy’s got the espresso pot brewing.
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: Yeah, it’s obvious I was wrong about invading Iraq for NAMBLA. Turns out we’re actually here to setup a forward Starbucks. And Christ, look, we’ve already inserted our fruity barista, thank you very much. Now, all we need is like some really shitty fucking music playing, like Norah Jones; a couple of high school girls getting super fat on iced lattes; a homeless guy trying to scam a key to the restroom; and some faggot writing his novel on a laptop.
Lance Cpl. Harold James Trombley: Did you know people shiver when they have an excess of adrenaline? Cuts the blood flow or something. They taught us that in S.O.I.
Evan “Scribe” Wright: Is that what happens to you?
Lance Cpl. Harold James Trombley: No, I get a woody.
Sgt. Antonio "Poke" Espera: What the fuck is wrong with you dog? What is it with you white boys? Leave you alone for ten minutes and you go all Lord of the Flies and shit.
Sgt. Antonio "Poke" Espera: Lt.’s boys are eatin’ some weird-ass meat over there. It’s like Jeffrey Dahmer’s picnic. Makes you appreciate shit. Makes you appreciate shit like good old-fashioned [reads M.R.E. label] chunk formed meat patties.
Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert: What kind of goddamn sadists work at the M.R.E. factory? Ten days and nothing but peanut butter. When the fuck am I gonna get a jalapeno cheese?

[edit] Stay Frosty

First Lieutenant Nathaniel Fick: Walt, finish your report, get it to me asap. You did nothing wrong, but... we're gonna see if there's a better way to stop these cars.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Walt's got a great way, LT. Shoot the driver, stop the car.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: This is really interesting, Brad. You know, Iraqis don't really seem good at fighting, but then they never really completely surrender either.
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: Put down that fucking milkshake and dig a fucking hole.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Why, so I can be more like the teacher's pet?
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: Yeah, that's exactly it. You should be more like Trombley.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: More like Trombley? MORE LIKE TROMBLEY?!
Marines: [chanting] Whopper Jr.! Whopper Jr.!

["Whopper Jr." means "Baby Killer"]

Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: I want you to know you done good, Tony. You earned a lot of reputation in the recon community as my ATL. You always had my six and... I just want you to know that I really appreciate that. And it's been, uh--
Sergeant Antonio 'Poke' Espera: You realize the shit that we've done here? The people we've killed? Back in the civilian world, dog, if we did this... we would go to prison.
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: Poke, you're thinking like a Mexican again. Think like a white man. Over there they'll be laying on medals for what we did.

[Marines are cheering and catcalling a female sitting on the back of a truck.]

Corporal Anthony 'Manimal' Jacks : I'm gonna hit that shit!
Corporal Evan 'Q-Tip' Stafford : You must be wearing your desert goggles, that ain't nothing but a piece of nappy haired whiskey tango.
Corporal James Chaffin: He's right, man, you ain't hittin' shit. WM like that, nah, she be wearing kevlar panties nailed on top of a concertina wire bush.
Corporal Anthony 'Manimal' Jacks : Yeah, well, I'm gonna do a recon. I'm gonna make a path for all you motherfuckers.
Corporal James Chaffin: Shit, man, can you imagine the stank on that cunt?
Corporal Anthony 'Manimal' Jacks : That is exactly where I am going. Yes sir, I'm going to go down on her like she got all of Saddam's WMDs just buried right between her legs [pulls out his gas mask and starts "eating it out] AHHH.
Corporal James Chaffin: You better dig deep! Oh yeah, baby. Get in there, Jacks. Give it a little tap! Pat it, pat it!
Sergeant Antonio 'Poke' Espera: It's not that bad over here. Don't kill yourself like that.

[Manimal puts on the gas mask]

Corporal James Chaffin: Shit, go get it baby. Get some for old JC. Get Some!

[Manimal starts walking over to the female ]

Corporal James Chaffin: Oh, shit.
Sergeant Major John Sixta: [stops Manimal] Belays that, Devil Dog! You's a squealin' like a bunch of butt-fucked Vassar bitches! Unfuck yourselves, or we gonna suffer the spectacle of a WM with a bunch of horny Devil Dogs trailin' her stern. Get yourselves squared up here. Corporal, you're misapporpriatin' your chemical filtration device by attemptin' fornications with. Jesus, do I have to tell you not to desecrate your mask with perversions? [To the group of Marines nearby] Where the fuck are your helmets?!
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: [running around a field with his arms outstretched like an airplane]
Corporal Josh Ray Person: What, did you, like, give him some Rolling Stone drugs or something?
Evan Wright: I don't know.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: What the fuck did you do to him?
Evan Wright: Just asked him what he would be if he wasn't a Marine.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Oh my God, he wants to be a ballerina? That's my fucking dream!
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: There's something I've been keeping from you. I wasn't sure we were gonna live to share this moment.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Chef Boyardee! The master!
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: Celebrate. Trombley, get a fire going. Walt, here.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: You deceiving, conniving, Hebrew motherfucker. How were you gonna to keep this from your dearest pal Ray-Ray?
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: I got one more secret to share.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: JUGGS!
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: No no no no no wait wait wait, not yet! I need some time with this alone!
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Come on, just give me one --
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: Just calm down! You'll get your sloppy seconds with Jasmine. Ray, you gotta share with Trombley.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: What?! He'll kill her!
Lance Corporal Harold James Trombley: Eat, fuck, kill -- all the same, right?
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Yeah, all the same if you're a fucking psycho! Brad, I'm telling you, I fear for Jasmine.
Evan Wright: Speaking of which -- one of you guys still has my girlfriend's picture.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Dude, I hate to tell you this, but your girlfriend's kind of a whore.
Evan Wright: What?
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Yeah. Last time I saw her, she was doing all of H & S Company.
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: She doesn't deserve you, man.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Damn, Brad, what else you got hidden in the humvee -- a fat chick?
Sergeant Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: Once more into the great good night. Cry 'havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war.
Corporal Josh Ray Person: Man, when I get home I am gonna eat the fuck out of my girlfriend's pussy.
Evan Wright: Is that Shakespeare?
Lance Corporal Harold James Trombley: Shakespeare wrote that? [Wright nods] About his girlfriend's pussy?

[edit] Bomb in the Garden

Sergeant Antonio 'Poke' Espera: Check it, bro. The men all sit around talking shit, the women are all working.
Corporal Jason Lilley: Brah if we fight the women instead of the men, we'd get our asses kicked.
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: It looks like vodka. I think it's a kind of gin.
Lt. Nathaniel Fick: It's the kind that doesn't come out when officers and senior NCO's are present.
Sgt. Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: Where the fuck have you been? You haven't said 2 words since Baghdad.
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: No more Rip-Fuel.
Lance Cpl. Harold James Trombley: See Sergeant, we do shoot dogs in Iraq.
Sgt. Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: Stay Frosty.
Sergeant Antonio 'Poke' Espera: The priest told me it's not a sin to kill if you don't enjoy killing. My question is whether indifference is the same as enjoyment.
Sgt. Brad 'Iceman' Colbert: All religious stuff aside, the fact is, people who can't kill will always be subject to those who can.
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: Hey Rudy! My sister wants her shorts back!

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