American Sniper Page #2

are dead and five are still missing.

- So you're from Texas.

- Yes, sir.

- And you're a patriot.

- Yes, sir.

And you're pissed off.

I'm looking to be of service.

- Do you like to fight?

- Yes, sir.

You like to fight. Okay, well,

I want you to meet the warrior elite.

SEALS.

Yup. Sea, Air and Land.

Well, I'm not much for the water, sir.

No? Well, this ain't for the faint-a-heart.

Most men, they wash out, they quit.

Well, I'm not most men, sir. I don't quit.

This is where the fun stops!

Take it, girls.

It's gonna get harder from here on out.

That's it. Take it. Take it.

Only hurts the first time.

What we got here? You a quitter, boy?

- Hooyah, no, Instructor Rolle.

- Bullshit! Your ass is fleet meat...

...if I ever did see it!

Don't turn away from me, son.

You look at me and you take this sh*t.

Hooyah, yes!

You old as f***! You join the Navy because you

had such a good goddamn time on Noah's ark?

How old are you, boy?

- Hooyah, 30!

-30?!

Your fart dust could've fathered

half these boys!

We gonna weed through the quitters.

Yeah, we gonna find us

a goddamn warrior or two today.

Dauber, you sure you from Connecticut?

I ain't never met no hick

from Hartford before.

Hooyah, Instructor Friday.

Country's countrywide.

I came here to kill terrorists.

Who the f*** told your ass to giggle?

Hooyah, no one, Instructor Rolle!

- Did I ask you to open up your mouth?

Hooyah, no, Instructor Rolle.

Look at your fat, pasty, giggly ass.

Damn, son.

You a big Dr. Pepper,

Cheeto-eating motherf***er!

Yeah! That's what I'm talking about.

Biggles! That's your name

from now on, sunshine.

And that's your ticket home.

"D"! What are you still doing in my

line trying to make this team?

Everybody knows black guys don't swim.

It's all right, sir. I'm not black!

- No?

- No, I'm the new black.

We run slow, we jump low, we swim good

and we shop at Gap.

And I make the white folk proud

when I hose down their ladies.

I dick them down!

Chicken!

There it is.

That is a quitter.

You say goodbye, I say good riddance.

He quits on you here,

he gonna quit in the field of battle.

When sh*t gets hairy, he won't step up.

Your ass gets shot, he won't pull you out.

Six.

I'm looking for warriors!

- Seven.

- Keep counting!

- Eight!

- I can't hear you!

Nine!

Want me to call your mama?

Maybe she can come and take your place!

This is foreplay!

I'm about to turn on some Marvin Gaye

and get in that ass!

That's what I'm talking about!

Squirrel, Squirrel, Squirrel,

where the f*** are your nuts?

Oh, they're gone for good, sir.

They crawled back up inside.

But they are warm!

Big talk from a little man!

Now, you.

How about you, old man? Huh?

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