An Officer and a Gentleman Page #6

very pretty girl.

Do you want to go somewhere else?

Come on.

Fall out, Worley.

Something tells me you girls

have been here before.

Whatever gave you that idea?

Stop it! You're going to ruin it.

I'm sorry.

I'll do it.

You sure this is OK?

Don't worry.

I'll respect you in the morning.

You're crazy, girl.

You'll respect me!

Couldn't wait to get out of there.

- Didn't you like the band?

- Not much.

You didn't like Tie a Yellow Ribbon?

I thought their rendition's...

Let's go down to the beach.

That sounds good.

Squad, halt!

Fall out!

Look at Foley. Do you believe it?

Showboat.

All right. Listen up.

I'm the base martial arts instructor.

Those of you in 1-5

must desist thinking of me

as the drill instructor for now.

Just think of me...as the enemy.

Do you believe this guy?

May I have a volunteer, please?

Daniels.

How about you? Get up here quick.

Put him in the hospital.

He can't touch me.

It's against the law.

- Kick his ass.

- Come on, Topper!

Come on up here, son.

Hang tough, buddy!

Hello, p*ssy.

How bad do you want to survive?

This Officer Candidate

doesn't understand the question, sir.

Let's see

if I can clarify it a little bit.

Want to survive

enough to stop me, p*ssy,

or are you relying on my generosity,

my love of humanity,

to stop me from killing you?

I...breathe.

Break loose.

Break loose!

I...can't...breathe.

Get away from here!

You're not hurt.

I could have killed you.

Move off.

Get out of here!

Hurry up. Get back to your seat!

You think I was harsh

on your classmate, don't you?

Wait until you get shot down

behind enemy lines somewhere,

and the only thing

between you and a POW Camp

is what you learn from me.

Now that I got your attention,

we shall proceed with the class.

God, I hope she shows.

She's going to show. She will show.

A rich, socialite Okie like you

ought to be a big catch around here.

Hey, I ain't rich.

- You're an officer's kid.

- So what?

Man, I spent six years

living right on top of the

raunchiest whorehouse in the PI.

"You want numbah one fucky-fucky?

"Long time, short time.

$10! Cheap-cheap!"

"10 dollah. 10 dollah!"

Lynette, honey, how's it hanging?

Don't drool on her, boy.

- Hey, ladies.

- Hi.

Pansy-ass flyboys.

I remember you. Mayo the wop.

Yep, that's me.

It's good to see you.

I was looking forward to it.

- Me, too.

- Really?

Yeah.

Excuse me.

You guys want to just hang out here,

or can I suggest an alternate plan?

Like pick up a bottle

and go to the motel?

Just like that, yeah.

What do you think?

I'll vote for a motel.

My kind of group.

Troy, here they come.

Well! Make way for the warmongers.

What did you call us?

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