Have you ever been in a combat situation before?Define combat, sir.Shep?An incursion underwater to re-take an impregnable fortress held by an elite team of U.S. Marines, in possession of eighty-one hostages and fifteen guided rockets loaded with V.X. poison gas.Oh. In that case, no sir. Excuse me...
Major Anderson, if you have any concern for the lives of your men, you will order them to safety their weapons and place them on the deck.This is not happening...Sir, we know why you're out here. God knows, I agree with you. But like you, I swore to defend this country against all enemies, foreign, sir... and domestic. General, we've spilled the same blood in the same mud. And you know god damn well I can't give that order.We're dead!Your unit is covered from an elevated position, Commander. I'm not gonna ask you again. Don't do anything stupid. No-one has to die here.[raising his voice] You men following the General: you're under oath as United States Marines, have you forgotten that? We all have shipmates we remember, some of them were shit on and pissed on by the Pentagon. But that doesn't give you the right to mutiny!You call it what you want! You're down there, we're up here! You walked into the wrong goddamn room, Commander!
Are you sure you're ready for this?I'll do my best.Your "best"! Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen.Carla was the prom queen.Really?[cocks his gun] Yeah.
Make no mistake, gentlemen. We are in the fight of our lives, against one of the greatest battalion commanders of the Vietnam War, I shit you not.
Hey man, you just fucked up your Ferrari.It's not mine.
[steals bike]
And neither is this.
