Heartbreak Ridge

- Here's that four-ten.

- Right.

I been pumping pussy

since Christ was a corporal.

I can tell you, the best damned poontang

I ever paid for was in Da Nang.

The girls were checked out daily.

And we got ourselves laid in a safe,

orderly, proficient, military manner.

That is until some suckhead

writes home to mama...

...and says he dipped his wick

in the Republic of South Vietnam.

Then the shit hits the fan.

A committee of congressmen who,

asshole-to-asshole...

...couldn't make a beer fart

in a whirlwind...

...start telling your basic ass-in-the-grass

Marine, "No more shore time."

We respond in true Marine Corps fashion.

We salute, do an about face, double-time

back to the boom-boom garbage dump...

...where we get the clap,

and the drip, and the crabs...

...and a generally poor attitude

towards the female of the species.

War is hell, boy. That's a fact.

I don't like soldier boys.

Say what?

You want to pop that puppy's can, you

don't have to grease him so hard, jarhead.

Sounds like you're a man of experience.

What the f*ck's that mean, grunt-shit?

It means be advised

that I'm mean, nasty and tired.

I eat concertina wire and piss napalm...

...and I can put a round through a flea's ass

at two hundred meters.

So go hump somebody else's leg,

mutt face, before I push yours in.

You aren't going to be so smart with

your balls stuffed in your mouth, jarhead.

Hang onto this, boy.

I think war's just been declared.

Just sit there and bleed for a while

before you taste some real pain.

Maybe first I carve me some faggot wings.

Kill him.

Then again,

there was this dusky gal in Bangkok...

...a real crossway breezer, I swear.

Thank you for your testimony,

Officer Reese.

Sergeant Highway.

Drunk and disorderly...

...fighting in a public establishment...

...urinating on a police vehicle.

It seemed like the thing to do, sir.

Just because there's no war going on...

...it doesn't give you the right

to start one every time you get drunk.

I'm taking into account

your excellent military record...

...and your commitment

to the security of this great nation...

...but this is your last chance.

$100 fine. Next.

Your nightstick file for divorce, Reese?

Who do you think you are,

pissing on my squad car?

You think you can break our rules

and just walk away?

We're supposed to wet our pants over

your goddamned colored ribbons?

Read that file of yours sometime, hero.

Check the dates.

It's ancient fucking history.

One night you're going to be

puking blood in some alley...

...and you'll see me standing there.

Then we'll see.

Keep dreaming, shitball.

You'll pay full price.

I don't give any serviceman's discount.

Too bad. Your old lady does.

Just about cleaned you out.

Sure makes you feel good, doesn't it?

Helping Uncle Sam battle dirty drawers?

Just pump the neighbor's dog, Jake?

Or are you always that slack-eyed and silly?

Looks like you need a lift, Highway.

Suck on one of these, smooth as a prom

queen's thighs only not quite so risky.

Havana cured.

Got a pal over in Guantanamo in Supply.

We do each other favors.

I've got lots of friends. Of course,

I could always use another friend.

- So we can do each other favors?

- Yes, sure.

If your pencil wasn't quite so sharp, and

your eyesight not so clear around here...

...I could make your military life a lot

comfier and more rewarding.

Sergeant, you get that contraband stogie

out of my face...

...before I shove it so far up your ass, you'll

have to set fire to your nose to light it.

Gunney Highway,

Major Devin wants to see you, ASAP.

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