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[Pop country song Hello Vietnam
by Johnny Wright, background]
"America has heard the bugle call
"And you know it involves us one and all
"I don't suppose that war will ever end
"There's fighting
that will break us up again
"Good-bye, my darling
Hello, Vietnam
"I'm here to take a battle to be won
"Kiss me good-bye
And write me while I'm gone
"Good-bye, my sweetheart
Hello, Vietnam"
I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman,
your senior drill instructor.
You will speak only when spoken to.
The first and last words
out of your sewers will be "Sir!"
Do you maggots understand?
Sir, yes, sir!
I can't hear you.
Sound off like you got a pair.
[Louder] Sir, yes, sir!
If you ladies leave my island,
if you survive recruit training...
...you will be a weapon,
a minister of death, praying for war.
But until that day, you are pukes!
The lowest form of life on Earth.
You are not even human *** beings!
You are only unorganized,
grab-asstic pieces of amphibian ***!
Because I am hard, you won't like me.
The more you hate me,
the more you'll learn.
I am hard, but I am fair!
There is no racial bigotry here!
I do not look down on ***,
***, wops or greasers.
Here, you are all equally worthless!
My orders are to weed out non-hackers...
...who do not pack the gear
to be in my beloved Corps!
Do you maggots understand that?
Sir, yes, sir!
***! I can't hear you!
[Louder] Sir, yes, sir!
-What's your name, scumbag?
-Sir, Private Brown, sir!
From now on you're Private Snowball!
Like that name?
Sir, yes, sir!
There's one thing you won't like!
They don't serve fried chicken
and watermelon...
...in my mess hall!
SNOWBALL: Sir, yes, sir!
Is that you, John Wayne?
Is this me?
HARTMAN: Who said that?
[Screams] Who the *** said that?
Who's the slimy communist ***
down here...
...who just signed his own death warrant?
Nobody, huh?
The fairy *** godmother said it!
Out-***-standing!
I will P.T. you all until you die!
I will P.T. you until your ***
suck buttermilk!
-Was it you, you little ***?
-Sir, no, sir!
You look like a *** worm!
I bet it was you!
Sir, no, sir!
Sir, I said it, sir!
Well, no ***.
What are you, a *** comedian?
Private Joker.
I admire your honesty.
I like you. Come over to my house
and *** my sister!
[Joker grunts]
HARTMAN: You little scumbag!
I've got your name! I've got your ***!
You will not laugh or cry!
You will learn by the number!
HARTMAN: Get up! Get on your feet!
Unfuck yourself or I'll unscrew
your head and *** down your neck!
Sir, yes, sir!
-Why did you join my beloved Corps?
-Sir, to kill, sir!
-You're a killer!
-Sir, yes, sir!
-Let me see your war face!
-Sir!
You've got a war face?
[Hartman yells]
That's a war face! Let me see yours!
[Joker yells]
You didn't convince me!
Let me see your real war face!
[Joker yells louder]
-You don't scare me! Work on it!
-Sir, yes, sir!
What's your excuse?
Sir, excuse, sir?
I'm asking the *** questions,
understand?
Sir, yes, sir!
Thank you!
Can I be in charge for a while?
Sir, yes, sir!
Are you shook up? Nervous?
Sir, I am, sir!
Do I make you nervous?
-Sir!
-Sir, what?
-Were you about to call me an ***?
-Sir, no, sir!
-How tall are you, Private?
-Sir, 5'9", sir!
I didn't know they stacked *** that high!
-Trying to squeeze an inch in on me?
-Sir, no, sir!
The best part of you ran down
the crack of your mama's ***...
...and ended up as a brown stain
on the mattress!
-Where in hell are you from?
-Sir, Texas, sir!
Holy dogshit! Only steers and ***
come from Texas, Private Cowboy!
You don't look like a steer,
so that narrows it down!
-Suck dicks?
-Sir, no, sir!
-You a peter-puffer?
-Sir, no, sir!
I bet you would ***
a person in the ***...
...and not have the courtesy
to give him a reach-around!
I'll be watching you!
-Your parents have children that lived?
-Sir, yes, sir!
Bet they regret that!
You're so ugly
you're a modern-art masterpiece!
-What's your name, fatbody?
-Sir, Leonard Lawrence, sir!
-Lawrence, what, of Arabia?
-Sir, no, sir!
That name sounds like royalty!
You royalty?
Sir, no, sir!
-You suck dicks?
-Sir, no, sir!
Bet you could suck a golf ball
through a garden hose!
Sir, no, sir!
I don't like that name!
Faggots and sailors are called Lawrence!
-From now on you're Gomer Pyle!
-Sir, yes, sir!
Think I'm cute, Private Pyle?
Think I'm funny?
Sir, no, sir!
-Then wipe off that disgusting grin!
-Sir, yes, sir!
Any *** time, sweetheart!
I'm trying, sir!
I'll give you three seconds...
...exactly three *** seconds...
...to wipe off that stupid grin...
...or I will gouge out your eyeballs
and skull-*** you!
One, two, three.
-Sir, I can't help it, sir!
-Get on your knees, scumbag!
HARTMAN: Now choke yourself!
HARTMAN: *** it, with my hand,
numb-nuts!
HARTMAN: Don't pull my hand over there!
I said choke yourself!
Lean forward and choke yourself!
HARTMAN: Are you through grinning?
PYLE: Sir, yes, sir!
***! I can't hear you!
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN: ***! I still can't hear you!
Sound off like you got a pair!
[Louder] Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN: That's enough.
Get on your feet!
[Pyle gasping]
Pyle, square your *** away and
start *** me Tiffany cuff links...
...or I will definitely *** you up!
Sir, yes, sir!
[Hartman chanting in cadence]
JOKER: Parris Island, South Carolina...
...the United States Marine Corps
Recruit Depot.
An eight-week college
for the phony-tough and the crazy-brave.
HARTMAN: [Chanting in cadence]
"Mama and Papa were laying in bed!"
[Recruits repeat after Hartman]
"Mama rolled over
and this is what she said:
"'Oh, give me some...
"'...P.T.!'
"Good for you and good for me!
"Mmm, good!
"Up in the morning to the rising sun!
"Gotta run all day...
"...till the running's done!
"Ho Chi Minh is a son of a ***!
"Got the blueballs, crabs
and the seven-year itch!"
[Hartman gives drill commands]
Left shoulder, hut!
What are you trying to do
to my beloved Corps?
Sir, I don't know, sir!
Do you expect me to believe
that you don't know left from right?
Sir, no, sir!
You did that on purpose!
You want to be different!
Sir, no, sir!
-What side was that?
-Sir, left side, sir!
-Are you sure, Private Pyle?
-Sir, yes, sir!
What side was that?
Sir, right side, sir!
Don't *** with me again, Pyle!
Pick up your *** cover!
Sir, yes, sir!
[Hartman gives drill commands]
Tonight, you pukes will sleep
with your rifles!
You will give your rifle a girl's name!
Because this is the only ***
you people are going to get!
Your days of finger-banging
old Mary Jane Rottencrotch...
...through her pretty
pink *** are over!
You're married to this piece...
...this weapon of iron and wood!
And you will be faithful!
HARTMAN: Prepare to mount!
Mount!
[Beds rattle and clang]
Pray!
RECRUITS: [In unison] "This is my rifle.
"There are many like it,
but this one is mine.
"My rifle is my best friend.
"It is my life.
"I must master it,
as I must master my life.
"Without me, my rifle is useless.
"Without my rifle, I am useless.
"I must fire my rifle true.
"I must shoot straighter than my enemy,
who is trying to kill me.
"I must shoot him before he shoots me.
"I will.
"Before God I swear this creed.
"My rifle and myself are defenders
of my country.
"We are the masters of our enemy.
"We are the saviors of my life.
"So be it...
"...until there is no enemy, but peace.
"Amen. "
At ease!
Good night, ladies!
HARTMAN: Hit it!
Sir, yes, sir!
Right shoulder, hut!
This is not your daddy's shotgun,
Cowboy!
Left shoulder, hut!
Move the rifle around your head,
not your head around the rifle!
Port, hut!
Four inches from your chest, Pyle!
Four inches!
[Chanting in cadence] "This is my rifle!
This is my gun!
RECRUITS: "This is for fighting!
This is for fun!
"This is my rifle! This is my gun!
"This is for fighting! This is for fun!"
[Cadenced chanting continues]
[Hartman chants]
HARTMAN: You're bouncing!
[Hartman continues chanting]
[Rhythmic drumbeat, background]
HARTMAN: Ten *** seconds!
It should take you ten seconds
to negotiate this obstacle!
Quickly, move it out!
No swinging-*** private
in this platoon's gonna graduate...
...until they get this obstacle down
to less than ten *** seconds!
[Rhythmic drumbeat continues]
[Cheering]
HARTMAN: Next two! Quickly!
Get over that *** obstacle!
Move it!
HARTMAN: Private Joker, are you a killer?
Let me hear your war cry!
[Joker yells]
HARTMAN: Get your fat *** over there!
That's right, Private Pyle...
...don't make any *** effort
to get up to the top!
If God wanted you up there,
He'd have miracled your *** up there!
PYLE: Sir, yes, sir!
Get your fat *** up there!
What the hell's wrong with you?
If there was some *** up there,
you could get up there, couldn't you?
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN: Your *** looks like about
150 pounds of chewed bubble gum, Pyle.
PYLE: Sir, yes, sir!
[Dramatic instrumental music,
background]
One for the commandant!
One for the Corps!
Get up there!
Pull!
The Corps don't get theirs!
Get up there, Pyle!
Pull!
Pull, Pyle, pull!
One pull-up, Pyle! Come on, pull!
You've got to be *** me!
Get your *** up there!
Do you mean to tell me you cannot do
one single pull-up?
You are a worthless piece of ***, Pyle!
Get out of my face!
Get up there, Snowball.
HARTMAN: Get up here, fatboy!
Quickly! Move it up, Pyle! Move it up!
You climb obstacles like old people ***.
Do you know that, Private Pyle?
Get up here! You're too slow! Move it!
Private Pyle, whatever you do,
don't fall down!
That would break my *** heart!
Quickly! Up and over! Up and over!
What in the *** are you waiting for,
Private Pyle?
Get up and over!
Move it, move it!
HARTMAN: Are you quitting on me?
Well, are you?
Then quit, you slimy, ***,
walrus-Iooking piece of ***!
Get the *** off of my obstacle!
Get the *** off of my obstacle!
Now! Move it!
I'm going to rip your balls off so you
can't contaminate the rest of the world!
I will motivate you, Private Pyle...
...if it short-dicks every cannibal
on the Congo!
Pick 'em up and set 'em down, Pyle!
Quickly! Move it up!
Were you born a fat, slimy scumbag,
you piece of ***, Private Pyle?
Or did you have to work on it?
Move it up!
Quickly! Hustle up!
The *** war will be over by the time
we get out there, Private Pyle!
[Dramatic instrumental music,
background]
HARTMAN: Are you going to *** die?
Are you going to die on me?
Do it now!
Move it up!
Hustle it up! Quickly!
Feel dizzy?
[Pyle panting]
Faint?
Jesus H. Christ,
I think you've got a hard-on!
[Dramatic instrumental music continues]
HARTMAN: Quickly, ladies!
*** and elbows! Move it out!
Get up!
[Wake-up trumpet call]
Reveille! Reveille!
HARTMAN:
Drop your *** and grab your socks!
Today is Sunday! Divine worship is 0800.
Get your bunks made
and your uniforms on.
Police call in two minutes.
Private Cowboy, Private Joker.
Finish your bunks, then you two turds
clean the head.
Sir, yes, sir!
I want that head so sanitary...
...that the *** Mary could go
in there and take a dump!
Sir, yes, sir!
Do you believe in the *** Mary?
Sir, no, sir!
[Banging]
Private Joker, I don't believe
I heard you correctly!
Sir, the private said "No, sir," sir!
You little maggot!
You make me want to vomit!
You communist heathen, sound off
that you love the *** Mary...
...or I'll stomp your guts out!
You love the *** Mary, don't you?
Negative, sir!
-Are you trying to offend me?
-Sir, negative, sir!
Sir, the private believes that
any answer he gives will be wrong!
And that you will beat him harder
if he reverses himself, sir!
Who's your squad leader?
JOKER: The private's squad leader
is Private Snowball, sir!
Private Snowball!
Private Snowball reporting, sir!
HARTMAN: You're fired!
Private Joker is promoted to squad leader!
Sir, aye, aye, sir!
HARTMAN: Disappear, scumbag!
SNOWBALL: Sir, yes, sir!
Reporting as ordered, sir!
From now on Private Joker is your new
squad leader and you bunk with him.
He'll teach you!
-He'll teach you how to pee!
-Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN: Private Joker is ignorant
but he's got guts, and guts is enough.
Now you ladies carry on.
Sir, aye, aye, sir!
The bolt. The bolt goes in the receiver.
[Military drumbeat, background]
Operating rod handle.
Operating rod guide.
And the left one over the right.
Right one over the left.
[Military drumbeat continues]
Left one over the right.
Right one over the left.
Just throw your other leg over.
[Pyle gasping]
JOKER: Pull the next one over
and you're home free.
JOKER: Just throw it over.
[Pyle gasping]
JOKER: That'a boy. Just set it down.
[Pyle gasping]
JOKER: Congratulations, Leonard.
You did it.
Fold the blanket and sheet back together.
Make a four-inch fold.
Got it?
You do it.
Right shoulder, hut!
Port, hut!
Order, hut!
[Military march music, background]
[Hartman gives drill commands]
HARTMAN: Square these weapons away.
HARTMAN:
The deadliest weapon in the world...
...is a Marine, and his rifle.
It is your killer instinct
that must be harnessed...
...if you expect to survive in combat.
Your rifle...
...is only a tool.
It is a hard heart that kills.
If your killer instincts
are not clean and strong...
...you will hesitate
at the moment of truth.
You will not kill.
You will become dead Marines.
And then you will be in a world of ***.
Because Marines are not allowed...
...to die without permission!
HARTMAN: Do you maggots understand?
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN: [Chanting in cadence]
"I love working for Uncle Sam!"
[Recruits repeat after Hartman]
"Lets me know just who I am!
"One, two, three, four!
United States Marine Corps!
"One, two, three, four!
I love the Marine Corps!
"My Corps! Your Corps!
"Our Corps! Marine Corps!
"I don't know, but I've been told...
"...Eskimo *** is mighty cold!
"Mmm, good! Feels good!
"Is good! Real good!
"Tastes good! Mighty good!
"Good for you! Good for me!"
HARTMAN: Trim 'em!
HARTMAN: Toe-jam!
Pop that blister!
HARTMAN: Jesus H. Christ!
Private Pyle...
-Why is your footlocker unlocked?
-Sir, I don't know, sir!
If there is one thing
in this world I hate...
...it is an unlocked footlocker!
You know that, right?
Sir, yes, sir!
Without *** like you,
there'd be no thievery in the world!
Sir, no, sir!
Get down!
Now let's just see
if there's anything missing!
HARTMAN: Holy Jesus!
What is that?
What the *** is that?
What is that, Private Pyle?
-Sir, a jelly doughnut, sir!
-A jelly doughnut?
-Where did you get it?
-From the mess hall, sir!
-Is chow allowed in the barracks, Pyle?
-Sir, no, sir!
Are you allowed to eat
jelly doughnuts, Private?
Sir, no, sir!
-Why not, Private?
-Sir, because I'm too heavy, sir!
Because you are a disgusting fatbody,
Private Pyle!
Sir, yes, sir!
Then why did you hide a jelly doughnut
in your footlocker?
Because I was hungry, sir!
Because you were hungry?
Private Pyle...
...has dishonored himself
and dishonored the platoon!
I have tried to help him,
but I have failed!
I have failed because
you have not helped me!
HARTMAN: You people...
...have not given Private Pyle
the proper motivation!
From now on,
whenever Private Pyle *** up...
...I will not punish him.
I will punish all of you!
And the way I see it, ladies...
...you owe me for one jelly doughnut!
Get on your faces!
Open your mouth!
They're paying for it, you eat it!
HARTMAN: Ready, exercise!
RECRUITS: [Chanting in cadence]
"One, two, three, four!
"I love the Marine Corps!"
[Cadenced chanting continues]
You really look like *** today.
Joker?
Everybody hates me now.
Even you.
Nobody hates you, Leonard.
You just keep making mistakes,
getting everybody in trouble.
I can't do anything right.
I need help.
I'm trying to help you.
I'm really trying.
Tuck your shirt in.
[Marines counting pushups]
[Suspenseful instrumental music,
background]
[Pyle groaning and crying]
Do it.
COWBOY:
Remember, it's just a bad dream, fatboy.
[Pyle sobbing]
[Hartman gives drill commands]
HARTMAN:
Do we love our beloved Corps, ladies?
RECRUITS: [Shouting in unison]
Semper fi, do or die!
Gung ho, gung ho!
HARTMAN: What makes the grass grow?
Blood, blood, blood.
HARTMAN:
What do we do for a living, ladies?
Kill, kill, kill!
HARTMAN: I can't hear you!
Kill, kill, kill!
HARTMAN: ***! I still can't hear you!
RECRUITS: Kill, kill, kill!
HARTMAN: Do any of you know
who Charles Whitman was?
None of you *** knows?
Sir, he shot all those people
from that tower in Austin, Texas, sir!
Charles Whitman killed 12 people...
...from a 28-story observation tower
at the University of Texas...
...from distances of up to 400 yards.
HARTMAN: Anybody know
who Lee Harvey Oswald was?
Sir, he shot Kennedy, sir!
And do you know how far away he was?
Sir, it was far! From that
book suppository building, sir!
[Recruits chuckle]
HARTMAN: Knock it off!
250 feet!
He was 250 feet away and shooting
at a moving target.
He got off three rounds...
...with an Italian bolt-action rifle
in six seconds...
...and scored two hits,
including a head shot!
Do any of you know where...
...these individuals learned to shoot?
Sir, in the Marines, sir!
In the Marines! Outstanding!
Those individuals...
...showed what one motivated Marine
and his rifle can do!
HARTMAN:
Before you ladies leave my island...
...you will all be able
to do the same thing!
[AII sing] "Happy birthday to you
"Happy birthday, dear Jesus"
Today...
...is Christmas!
There will be a magic show at 0930!
Chaplain Charlie will tell you...
...about how the free world
will conquer Communism...
...with the aid of God and a few Marines!
God has a hard-on for Marines...
...because we kill everything we see!
He plays His games...
...we play ours!
To show our appreciation
for so much power...
...we keep heaven packed...
...with fresh souls!
God was here before the Marine Corps!
So you can give your heart to Jesus...
...but your *** belongs to the Corps!
-Do you ladies understand?
-Sir, yes, sir!
I can't hear you!
Sir, yes, sir!
PYLE: It's been swabbed and brushed.
PYLE: Everything...
...is clean.
Beautiful.
So that it slides perfectly.
Nice.
PYLE: Everything cleaned...
...oiled.
So that your action is beautiful.
Smooth, Charlene.
Leonard talks to his rifle.
I don't think Leonard can hack it anymore.
I think Leonard's a Section 8.
COWBOY: It don't surprise me.
JOKER: I want to slip my tubesteak
into your sister.
JOKER: What will you take in trade?
COWBOY: What do you got?
[Rifle shots]
Outstanding!
We've finally found something you do well!
Sir, yes, sir!
What is your 6th general order?
Sir, to receive, obey and pass on
to the sentry who relieves me...
...all orders...
Sir, the 6th general...
The private does not know, sir!
You slimy scumbag,
get down and give me 25!
Sir, aye, aye, sir!
How many counts in that movement?
Sir, four, sir!
HARTMAN:
Why look down in the chamber?
Sir, to be sure the inspecting officer
is not given a loaded weapon, sir!
What's your 5th general order?
Sir, to quit my post
only when properly relieved, sir!
HARTMAN: What's this weapon's name?
Sir, the private's weapon's name
is Charlene, sir!
HARTMAN:
Private, you are definitely born again hard.
I may even let you serve as a rifleman
in my beloved Corps.
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN: [Chanting in cadence]
"I don't want no teenage queen!"
[Recruits repeat after Hartman]
"I just want my M-14!
"If I die in the combat zone
"Box me up and ship me home!
"Pin my medals upon my chest!
"Tell my mom I've done my best!"
[Birds chirping]
JOKER:
Graduation is only a few days away...
...and the recruits of Platoon 3092
are salty.
They are ready to eat their own guts
and ask for seconds.
The instructors are proud to see us
growing beyond their control.
[Recruits yelling war cries]
JOKER:
The Marine Corps does not want robots.
The Marine Corps wants killers.
The Marine Corps wants to build
indestructible men.
Men without fear.
Today...
...you people are no longer maggots.
HARTMAN: Today, you are Marines.
HARTMAN: You are part of a brotherhood.
From now on, until the day you die...
...wherever you are...
...every Marine is your brother.
Most of you will go to Vietnam.
Some of you will not come back.
But always remember this:
Marines die.
That's what we're here for!
But the Marine Corps lives forever.
And that means you live forever!
HARTMAN: Pickett?
PICKETT: Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN: 0300, Infantry.
HARTMAN: Toejam?
TOEJAM: Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN: 0300, Infantry.
HARTMAN: Adams?
ADAMS: Sir, yes, sir!
1800, Engineers.
You go out and find mines.
-Cowboy!
-Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN: 0300, Infantry.
HARTMAN: Taylor?
TA YLOR: Sir, yes, sir!
0300, Infantry.
-Joker!
-Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN: 4212...
...Basic Military Journalism.
You must be *** me!
You think you're Mickey Spillane?
You think you're some kind
of *** writer?
Sir, I wrote
for my high-school newspaper, sir!
Christ, you're not a writer,
you're a killer!
A killer, yes, sir!
HARTMAN: Gomer Pyle!
HARTMAN: Gomer Pyle!
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN: You forget your *** name?
0300, Infantry. You made it.
JOKER: Our last night on the island.
I draw fire watch.
[Suspenseful instrumental music,
background]
Hi, Joker.
Are those...
...live rounds?
7.62 millimeter.
[Magazine clicks]
Full metal jacket.
Leonard, if Hartman comes in here
and catches us...
...we'll both be in a world of ***.
I am...
...in a world...
...of ***!
PYLE: Left shoulder, hut!
Right shoulder, hut!
PYLE: Lock and load.
Order, hut!
"This is my rifle!
"There are many like it,
but this one is mine."
[Pyle continues the prayer]
HARTMAN: Get back in your bunks!
HARTMAN:
What is this Mickey Mouse ***?
What in the name of Jesus H. Christ
are you animals doing in my head?
Why is Pyle out of his bunk
after lights out?
Why is Pyle holding that weapon?
Why aren't you stomping
Private Pyle's guts out?
Sir, it is the private's duty
to inform you...
...that Private Pyle has a full magazine
and has locked and loaded, sir!
[SIow instrumental music, background]
Now listen to me, Private Pyle...
...and listen good.
I want that weapon...
...and I want it now!
Place that rifle on the deck
at your feet...
...and step back away from it.
[Pyle sighs]
What is your major malfunction,
numb-nuts?
Didn't Mommy and Daddy show you
enough attention when you were a child?
[Rifle blasts]
[Pyle sighs]
[Low-pitched, slow,
dramatic instrumental music, background]
Easy, Leonard.
Go easy, man.
[Low-pitched, slow,
dramatic instrumental music continues]
[Joker screams, rifle blasts]
[Pop song These Boots Are Made
For Walking begins, background]
[Motorcycle engine rumbles]
***: Hey, baby.
You got girlfriend Vietnam?
Not just this minute.
Well, baby, me so ***.
Me so ***.
Me love you long time.
You party?
Yeah, we might party.
-How much?
-$15.
$15 for both of us?
No. Each you $15.
Me love you long time.
Me so ***.
$15 too beaucoup.
$5 each.
Me suckee-suckee.
Me love you too much.
$5 is all my mom allows me to spend.
Okay! $10 each.
What do we get for $10?
Everything you want.
-Everything?
-Everything.
Buddy, you feel like spending some
of your hard-earned money?
Half of these *** *** are officers
in the Viet Cong.
The other half have TB.
JOKER:
Be sure you only *** the ones who cough.
[Thief grunting]
[Joker grunts]
[Motorcycle engine rumbles]
[Joker screams]
[These Boots Are Made For Walking
continues, background]
[Propellors pelting]
That sucker really had some moves on him.
You know what pisses me off
about these people?
What?
We're helping them
and they *** all over us.
I just can't feature that.
Don't take it too hard.
It's just business.
I hate Da Nang.
I want to go out into the field.
I'm here three months and all I do is take
handshake shots at award ceremonies.
You'd get wasted the first day
and it would be my fault.
A high-school girl could do my job.
I want to get into the ***.
I want some trigger time.
If you get killed, your mom will find me
and beat the *** out of me.
That's a negative.
Let's keep it short and sweet.
Anybody got anything new?
Rumor has it that the Tet ceasefire
will be cancelled.
Rear echelon paranoia.
JOKER: Intelligence says Charlie might
try something big during Tet.
They say the same thing every year.
There's a lot of talk about it.
Don't lose any sleep over it.
The Tet holiday is like July Fourth,
Christmas and New Year in one.
Every zipperhead in the North and South,
will *** gongs...
...and bark at the moon.
LOCKHART: Ann-Margret and entourage
are due next week.
I want someone to stick
with her for a few days.
Rafterman, you take it.
Get some good low-angle stuff.
Don't be obvious, but I want to see fur
and early morning dew.
"Diplomats in Dungarees. Marine
engineers rebuild *** Phuc villages..."
Chili, if we move Vietnamese,
they are evacuees.
If they come to us to be evacuated,
they are refugees.
I'll make a note of it, sir.
"N.V.A. Soldier Deserts
After Reading Pamphlets."
"An N.V.A. regular, who realized
his side would lose...
"...deserted after reading
Open Arms pamphlets."
That's good, Dave.
But why say, "N.V.A. regular"?
Is there an irregular?
LOCKHART: How about N.V.A. soldier?
I'll fix it.
LOCKHART: "The Lawrence Welk Show"
will be on TV in two weeks.
Dave, do 100 words on it.
"Not While We're Eating."
"N.V.A. learned not to interrupt meals of
Marines on a search-and-destroy mission."
We have a new directive from M.A.F.
on search and destroy.
Substitute "sweep and clear"
in place of "search and destroy."
Got it?
Got it. Very catchy.
And, Joker, where's the weenie?
Sir?
The kill. The grunts
must have hit something.
Didn't see them.
I've told you,
we run two basic stories here.
Grunts who buy toothbrushes
and deodorant for ***:
"Winning of Hearts And Minds."
And combat action resulting in a kill:
"Winning the War."
You must have seen blood trails,
drag marks?
It was raining, sir.
That's why God passed
the law of probability.
Rewrite it with a happy ending,
say, one kill.
A sapper or an officer. Which?
Whichever you say.
Grunts like reading about dead officers.
Okay, an officer. How about a general?
[Marines chuckle]
You'd like our guys to read
the paper and feel bad?
In case you didn't know,
this is not a popular war.
Our job is to report the news that the...
..."why-are-we-here"
civilian newsmen ignore.
Maybe you should go out
on some ops yourself.
You could find more blood trails
and drag marks.
[Marines chuckle]
I've had my *** in the grass.
Can't say I liked it much.
Lots of bugs and too dangerous.
My present duties keep me where I belong:
In the rear with the gear.
[Pop rock song Chapel of Love begins,
background]
JOKER: Tet. The Year of the Monkey.
Vietnamese Lunar New Year's Eve.
Down in Dogpatch, the *** are
shooting off fireworks to celebrate.
[Joker yawns]
I am *** bored to death, man.
I have to get back in the ***.
I ain't heard a shot fired
in anger in weeks.
Joker's so tough, he'd eat the boogers
out of a dead man's nose...
[Marines laugh]
...then ask for seconds.
Listen up, pilgrim.
A day without blood is like
a day without sunshine!
[Marines laugh]
Joker thinks the bad bush is
between old mama-san's legs.
He's never been in the ***.
Hard to talk about. Like on Hastings.
You weren't on Operation Hastings.
You weren't even in country.
Eat *** and die, you ***
Spanish-American poge!
I was there! I was in the ***
with the grunts.
Don't listen to Payback's ***,
Rafterman.
JOKER:
Sometimes he thinks he's John Wayne.
PA YBACK: You listen to Joker.
He knows ti ti.
Very little.
He's never been in the ***
'cause he ain't got the stare.
The 1,000-yard stare.
A Marine gets it after he's been
in the *** too long.
It's like, it's like you've
really seen beyond.
PA YBACK: I got it.
All field Marines got it.
And you'll have it, too.
I will?
STOKE: How do you stop five blacks
from raping a white chick?
*** you.
STOKE: Throw them a basketball.
[Marines laugh]
[Gunshots in distance]
DA VE: Incoming.
CHILl: They're outgoing!
DA VE: That ain't outgoing!
CHILl: That ain't outgoing!
DA VE: Now what'd I just say?
[Sirens blare]
[Chaotic shouting]
[Sirens blare]
I hope they're just *** with us.
I ain't ready for this ***.
[Machine gun blasts]
OFFICER: Cease fire!
OFFICER: Cease fire!
LOCKHART: The enemy...
...has very deceitfully...
...taken advantage of the ceasefire...
...to launch an offensive
all over the country.
So far, we've had it pretty easy here.
But we seem to be the exception.
Charlie has hit every military target
in Vietnam and hit them hard.
In Saigon...
...the United States Embassy has been
overrun by suicide squads.
[Surprised reactions from marines]
Khe Sanh is standing by to be overrun.
We have reports that a division of N.V.A...
...has occupied all of the city of Hue
south of the Perfume River.
In strategic terms,
Charlie's cut the country in half...
...the civilian press are
wetting their pants...
...and even Cronkite is going to say
the war is now unwinnable.
In other words...
...it's a huge *** sandwich
and we all have to take a bite.
Does this mean Ann-Margret's
not coming?
[Marines laugh]
You go straight up to Phu Bai.
Captain January will need you.
Yes, sir.
LOCKHART:
And you take off that damn button.
LOCKHART: You can't get killed
wearing a peace symbol.
Permission to go with Joker.
Granted.
Sir, permission not to take Rafterman.
You still here?
Vanish ricky-tick
and take Rafterman with you.
You're responsible for him.
[Propellors pelting]
[Machine gun blasts]
DOOR GUNNER: Get some! Get some!
Get some, baby!
I've got you, mother!
DOOR GUNNER: Anyone who runs is a VC.
Anyone who stands still...
...is a well-disciplined VC.
DOOR GUNNER:
You guys ought to do a story about me.
Why should we do a story about you?
'Cause I'm so *** good!
That ain't no *** neither.
I've done got me 157 dead *** killed.
And 50 water buffaloes, too.
Them are all certified.
Any women or children?
Sometimes.
How can you kill women and children?
Easy.
You just don't lead them so much.
[Door gunner laughs]
Ain't war hell?
JOKER: We want to get in the ***.
MASTER SERGEANT:
Down the road. Two-five.
JOKER: Outstanding! Thanks.
We're looking for First Platoon,
Hotel two-five.
I got a bro named Cowboy.
You people one-one?
No, sir. We're reporters
for "Stars and Stripes."
I'm Cowboy's platoon commander.
He's just down the road
in the platoon area.
May we tag along, sir?
No problem. Welcome aboard.
I'm Schinoski. Walter J. Schinoski.
They call me Mr. Touchdown.
I played ball for Notre Dame.
You here to make Cowboy famous?
Never happen, sir.
If you came looking for a story,
this is your lucky day.
We got Condition Red and we expect rain.
Outstanding. We taking care of business?
The N.V.A. are dug in deep.
Hotel Company is working this side
of the river, house by house.
Charles has his *** together,
but we're still getting some decent kills.
We heard the N.V.A. executed
a lot of *** civilians.
Affirmative.
I saw bodies half a klick
this side of the canal.
Can you show me where?
[SIow, dramatic instrumental music,
background]
JOKER:
The dead have been covered with lime.
The dead know only one thing:
It is better to be alive.
[SIow, dramatic instrumental music
continues]
Excuse me.
-Good morning, Lieutenant.
-Good morning.
I make it 20.
Is that the official body count, sir?
What outfit are you with?
We're from "Stars and Stripes."
I'm Sergeant Joker
and this photographer is Rafterman.
I'm Lt. Cleves. Hartford, Connecticut.
Have you got a body count, sir?
Twenty.
How did it happen, sir?
The N.V.A. came in
with a list of *** names:
Government officials, policemen,
ARVN officers, teachers.
They asked them, real polite, to report
the next day for political re-education.
Everybody who turned up got shot.
Some they buried alive.
What is that button on your body armor?
A peace symbol, sir.
COLONEL: Where did you get it?
JOKER: I don't remember, sir.
What is written on your helmet?
"Born to Kill," sir.
You put "Born to Kill" on your helmet
and wear a peace button.
-Is that some kind of sick joke?
-No, sir.
Well, what does it mean?
-I don't know, sir.
-You don't know very much.
Get your head and your *** wired together
or I will *** on you!
Yes, sir!
Answer my question
or you'll stand tall before the Man.
-I was referring to the duality of man, sir.
-The what?
The duality of man.
The Jungian thing, sir.
-Whose side are you on?
-Our side, sir.
-Don't you love your country?
-Yes, sir.
Then get with the program. Jump on
the team and come in for the big win.
Yes, sir.
I ask that my Marines obey my orders
as they would the word of God.
We are helping the Vietnamese,
because inside every ***...
...is an American trying to get out.
It's a hardball world, son.
We must keep our heads
until this peace craze blows over.
Aye, aye, sir.
[Plane engine roars]
JOKER: We're looking for First Platoon,
Hotel two-five.
MARINE: Around the back.
[Rock and roll music plays on radio]
JOKER: First Platoon?
MARINE: Through there.
[Rock and roll music continues on radio]
Hey, Lone Ranger.
Holy ***!
What's happening?
I hoped I'd never see you again,
you piece of ***!
What's happening?
Just waiting to get back
to the land of the big PX.
Why go back?
Here or there, samey-same.
-Been getting any?
-Only your sister.
Better my sister than my mom,
though my mom's not bad.
Hey, you hogs, listen up!
This is my bro, Joker, from the island.
And this is...
-Rafterman.
-Rafterman.
They're from "Stars and Stripes."
You'll be famous.
[Greetings exchanged]
ANIMAL MOTHER: We're the Lusthog
squad, the lifetakers and heartbreakers.
We shoot holes in them
and fill them with lead.
[Rock and roll music continues on radio]
Are you a photographer?
I'm a combat correspondent.
You seen much combat?
[Lusthog Marines laugh]
I've seen a little on TV.
[Lusthog Marines laugh harder]
You're a real comedian.
Well, they call me the Joker.
[Lusthog Marines laugh]
Well, I've got a joke for you.
I'm going to tear you a new ***.
Well, pilgrim...
...only after you eat the peanuts
out of my ***!
[Lusthog Marines laugh and applaud]
You talk the talk.
Do you walk the walk?
You might not believe it...
...but under fire, Animal Mother
is a truly fine human being.
He just needs grenades thrown
at him the rest of his life.
[Rock and roll music continues on radio]
Jungle bunny. Thank God
for the sickle cell, huh?
Yeah, Mother.
Hey, photographer!
CRAZY EARL: Want to take a good picture?
Take this.
This...is my bro.
[Lusthog Marines chuckle]
This is his party.
He's the guest of honor.
Today is his birthday.
Happy birthday, zipperhead!
I will never forget this day.
The day I came to Hue city
and fought one million N.V.A. ***.
I really love the little *** ***.
These enemy grunts are as hard
as slant-eyed drill instructors.
These are great days we're living!
We are jolly green giants,
walking the earth with guns.
These people we wasted here today...
...are the finest people we will ever know.
Once we rotate back to the world, we'll
miss not having anyone worth shooting.
[Tank engine rumbles]
[Wind howling]
Delta 6 Actual, this is Murphy. Over.
[Tank engine rumbles]
We are receiving incoming fire
from the ville.
The lieutenant is down.
We'll stop and check out
what's in front of us.
Okay, Lusthog squad, listen up!
We'll move up these two roads.
I want the third team up this road.
First and second team behind me
up this other road.
[Marines shout in agreement]
Let's go! Let's get it done!
[SIow, dramatic drumbeat, background]
[SIow, dramatic drumbeat continues]
[Rapid machine gun shots]
[Birds chirping]
[Rapid machine gun shots]
[Rock and roll song Surfin Bird begins,
background]
Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?
Start the cameras.
This is "Vietnam: The Movie"!
If Joker is John Wayne, I'm a horse!
-T.H.E. Rock can be a rock!
-I'll be Ann-Margret!
Animal Mother can be a rabid buffalo!
-I'll be General Custer!
-Who'll be the Indian?
We'll let the *** play the Indians!
[Surfin Bird continues, background]
[Gunfire in distance]
You're going home now.
Semper fi.
We're mean Marines, sir.
Go easy, bros.
Better you than me.
At least they died for a good cause.
ANIMAL MOTHER: What cause was that?
RAFTERMAN: Freedom.
Flush out your head gear, New Guy.
You think we waste *** for freedom?
This is a slaughter.
If I get my balls blown off for a word...
...my word is "***."
Tough break for Hand Job.
He was set to get shipped out
on a medical.
What was wrong with him?
He was jerking off ten times a day.
It's no ***. At least ten times a day.
Last week he was sent to Da Nang
to see the Navy head shrinker.
The crazy *** jerks off
in the waiting room.
Instant Section 8.
He was waiting for his papers
to clear division.
Ready?
Turnover.
Hue city interviews. Roll 34.
[Tank engines humming]
This is a major city,
so we have to assault with...
...tanks in the streets.
They send us in first squad...
...to make sure there are no little, uh...
...Vietnamese waiting with B-40 rockets
to blow the tanks away.
So we roll the tanks in and basically,
blow the place to hell.
When we're in Hue, in Hue city...
...it's like a war, you know.
Like what I thought about, what I
thought a war was supposed to be.
There's the enemy, kill them.
There's no question about it.
We're the best.
It's *** about Air Cav. When
the *** hits the fan, who do they call?
They call Mother Green
and her killing machine!
Do I think America belongs in Vietnam?
I don't know. I belong in Vietnam,
I'll tell you that.
Can I quote L.B.J.?
"I will not send...
"...American boys 10,000 miles
around the world...
"...to do a job Asian boys
should be doing for themselves."
Personally, I think...
...they don't want to be involved
in this war.
I think they sort of...
...took away our freedom and gave it
to the ***. They don't want it.
They'd rather be alive than free.
Poor dumb ***.
The ones I'm fighting at are some pretty...
...pretty bad boys. I'm not real, uh...
I'm not real keen on...
...these fellows that are supposedly
on our side.
I keep meeting them
coming the other way.
We get killed for these people
and they don't even appreciate it.
They think it's a big joke.
If you ask me...
...we're shooting the wrong ***.
It depends. I'm here
to take combat photos.
But if the *** gets too thick,
I'll go to the rifle.
What do I think of America's involvement
in the war?
I think we should win.
I hate Vietnam.
There's not one horse
in the whole country.
There's something wrong with that.
[Cowboy chuckles]
If they'd send us more guys maybe...
...and bomb the hell out of the North,
they might give up.
I wanted to see ex otic Vietnam...
...the jewel of Southeast Asia.
I wanted to meet...
...interesting people of an ancient culture
and kill them.
I wanted to be the first kid on my block
to get a confirmed kill.
[Moped engine hums]
[Marines hoot and make *** advances]
COWBOY: 'Morning, little schoolgirl.
I'm a little schoolboy, too.
[Marines laugh]
COWBOY: What you got there?
***: Do you want No. 1 fuckee?
MARINES: Oh, yeah!
COWBOY: Any of you boys want
No. 1 fuckee?
JOKER: I'm so *** I can't even get
a piece of hand!
Me want suckee.
Suckee, fuckee, she give you everything
you want. Long time.
COWBOY: Everything you want! All right!
How much, chief?
$15 each.
MARINES: No!
COWBOY: $15 beaucoup money.
$5 each.
Come on, she love you good.
Boom-boom long time. $10.
COWBOY: $5.
No, $10.
Trade you some ARVN rifles.
Never been fired and only dropped once.
[Marines laugh]
Okay, $5. You give me.
[Marines cheer in agreement]
Let's get mounted.
[*** and *** converse in Vietnamese]
Something wrong, chief?
She says no boom-boom with you.
What the ***?
She says soul brother too beaucoup.
He's saying you black boys
pack too much meat!
[Marines hoot]
Too beaucoup, too beaucoup.
[Marines laugh]
She looks like she could suck
the chrome off a trailer hitch.
She say too beaucoup. Too beaucoup.
Excuse me, ma'am.
What we have here is a magnificent...
...specimen of pure Alabama blacksnake.
But it ain't too *** beaucoup.
Okay. Okay.
Okay. Okay.
COWBOY: We need a batting order.
ANIMAL MOTHER: I'm going first.
Back off, white bread.
Don't get between a dog and his meat.
All *** *** must *** hang.
[Marines mock Animal Mother]
Hey, I won't be long.
I'll skip the foreplay.
EIGHTBALL: I don't want it after you!
CRAZY EARL: *** you!
[Gunfire in distance]
JOKER:
Intelligence passed the word down...
...that during the night the N.V.A.
pulled out of our area...
...to positions across the Perfume River.
Our squad is sent on patrol
to check out the report.
[Gunfire continues in distance]
[Gunfire continues in distance]
Face outboard and take cover! Do it!
[Weapons clanking]
[Doc Jay gasping]
DOC JA Y: He ain't going to make it.
COWBOY: Hotel One Actual,
this is Cowboy.
Hotel One Actual, this is Cowboy.
[Murphy responds on field radio]
Murph, this is Cowboy.
Crazy'***. *** trap.
Wait one.
You're senior NCO. Take charge
and continue with the patrol.
Call in at the next checkpoint. Over.
COWBOY: Roger. Understand.
[Cowboy breathes heavily]
COWBOY: I'm squad leader.
JOKER: I'll follow you anywhere, scumbag.
DOC JA Y: He's dead.
[Cowboy breathes heavily]
[Tank engines hum in distance]
[Gunfire in distance]
[Gunfire continues in distance]
COWBOY: What's up?
We made a mistake at the last checkpoint.
See what you think.
I think we're here...
...and we should be here.
We're here?
We should be here?
***.
What do you think?
I think we should change direction.
[Gunfire continues in distance]
We'll change direction.
JOKER: What's up?
Change in direction.
Are we lost?
Joker, shut the *** up!
COWBOY: Okay, listen up!
Can you hear me?
We're changing direction.
We're heading over that way.
Eightball's going to find a way through.
Got it?
[AII agree]
Eightball, let's dance.
Put a *** behind the trigger.
[Gunfire continues in distance]
[Gunshot]
[Eightball screams]
[Rapid machine gun shots]
COWBOY: Cease fire!
Cease fire, *** it!
Cool it, *** it! Cease fire!
[Marines shout]
Listen up! Did anybody see a sniper?
Did anybody see anything?
MARINES: Did anybody see a sniper?
RAFTERMAN: Negative!
Save your ammo!
Nobody fire till I tell you!
[Eightball groans]
[Rapid gunfire]
COWBOY: No! Cease fire! Cease fire!
Animal, cease fire!
It's Sergeant Murphy.
Cowboy. Over.
MURPHY: Murphy.
What is your present position? Over.
Receiving enemy sniper fire.
Eightball is down.
We're half a klick north
of checkpoint No. 4.
Possible strong enemy forces in front of us.
Request immediate tank support. Over.
MURPHY: Roger. Understand.
I'll see what I can do. Over.
Roger. Over and out.
COWBOY: Stay close.
Listen up! I think we're being
set up for an ambush.
There may be strong enemy forces
in those buildings.
I've requested tank support.
We'll sit tight...
...but keep our eyes open.
If they hit us...
...we'll have to pull back fast.
[Eightball screams]
*** it! Cease your fire, Mother!
Cease your *** fire!
[Marines screaming]
DOC JA Y: We can't leave him!
We'll get him when the tank comes up.
He'*** three times! He can't wait!
That sniper's just trying
to suck us in one at a time.
[Gunshot, Eightball screams]
*** it! No!
[Rapid machine gun shots]
*** it, cease fire!
DOC JA Y: *** this ***!
I'm going in to bring him out!
COWBOY: Sit the *** down, *** it!
[Rapid machine gun shots]
COWBOY: Okay, cease fire! He's there!
[Gunshots continue]
[Gunshot, Doc Jay screams]
Hold your fire!
Hold your fire!
COWBOY: You can't see the sniper!
Save the ammo! Nobody fire
till I tell you! Nobody!
[Doc Jay screams]
Hold your fire!
ANIMAL MOTHER:
What the *** do we do now?
Give me that *** radio.
Murph? This is Cowboy. Over.
We're in deep ***. Two men down.
What's the story on the tank? Over.
MURPHY: Sorry, Cowboy.
No luck so far with the tank.
Will advise. Over.
Roger. Out.
COWBOY: Numb-nut ***.
Okay, listen up!
Can't wait for the tank.
They're going to hit us any minute.
When they do, we won't have time.
We have to pull out now. Get ready.
ANIMAL MOTHER: Wait! Hold it!
Nobody's pulling out!
There's only one *** sniper!
Back off!
I'm calling the plays and I say we pull out!
What about Doc Jay and Eightball?
It's ***, but we can't refuse
to accept the situation.
We're not leaving them out there!
COWBOY: They're wasted!
You know that!
Come on, we gotta bring them back.
Let's do it!
Stand down! That's a direct order.
[Gunshot, Doc Jay screams]
*** you, Cowboy!
*** all you ***!
[Rapid machine gun shots]
COWBOY: *** it!
ANIMAL MOTHER: *** son of a ***!
You ***!
[Rapid machine gun shots continue]
ANIMAL MOTHER: Where's the sniper?
Doc, where's the sniper?
[Rapid machine gun shots]
***!
***! ***!
[Gunshot]
***!
ANIMAL MOTHER:
Doc Jay and Eightball are wasted!
There's only one sniper!
Move up the squad!
You're clear up to here!
COWBOY: Son of a ***.
No-Doze, Stutten, Donlon, Rock,
come with me. We'll take a look.
COWBOY: You stay put and cover our ***!
We may come back in a big hurry!
JOKER: I'm going with you.
RAFTERMAN: I'm coming, too.
COWBOY: All set?
MARINES: Yeah.
Let's move!
[Gun firing in distance]
[Weapons rattling]
ANIMAL MOTHER: Top of the building,
round the corner.
[Gun firing in distance]
Give me that radio.
This is Cowboy. Over.
[Gunshot]
[Gunshot echoes repeatedly]
RAFTERMAN: Holy ***! The sniper has
a clean shot through the hole!
[Rapid gunshots]
[Panicked reactions]
That son of a ***!
JOKER: You'll be all right.
Don't *** me, Joker!
JOKER: I'm not. You're my favorite ***.
DONLON: Hang on, man! Hang on!
I can hack it.
I can hack it.
Let's go get some payback.
Okay.
[Weapons rattling]
ANIMAL MOTHER:
Watch that *** hole.
ANIMAL MOTHER: Give them some smoke.
[Mortar shots]
[More mortar shots]
ANIMAL MOTHER: Ready?
[SIow, suspenseful instrumental music,
background]
ANIMAL MOTHER: Donlon, Rock,
that way. You two, with me.
ANIMAL MOTHER: Joker, in there!
New Guy!
[SIow, suspenseful instrumental music
continues]
[SIow, suspenseful instrumental music
continues]
RAFTERMAN: We got the sniper!
[Sniper breathes heavily]
ANIMAL MOTHER: What's up?
JOKER: We got the sniper.
RAFTERMAN: I saved Joker's ***.
I got the sniper.
RAFTERMAN: I *** blew her away!
RAFTERMAN: Am I bad?
RAFTERMAN: Am I a life-taker?
Am I a heartbreaker?
[Sniper prays]
What's she saying?
She's praying.
T.H.E. ROCK:
No more boom-boom for this baby-san.
There's nothing we can do for her.
She's dead meat.
Okay.
Let's get the *** out of here.
What about her?
*** her.
Let her rot.
[SIow, melancholic instrumental music,
background]
[Sniper continues to pray]
We can't just leave her here.
Hey, ***...
...Cowboy's wasted.
You're fresh out of friends.
I'm running this squad now.
And I say we leave the ***
for the mother-Ioving rats.
I'm not trying to run this squad.
I'm just saying we can't leave her like this.
[SIow, melancholic instrumental music
continues]
[Sniper gasping]
Shoot...me.
Shoot...
...me.
If you want to waste her, go on...
...waste her.
[SIow, dramatic instrumental music,
background]
Shoot.
[Gunshot]
[Rafterman cackles]
RAFTERMAN: We'll have to put you up
for the Congressional Medal of...Ugly!
DONLON: Hardcore, man.
DONLON: *** hardcore.
[SIow, dramatic instrumental music
continues]
JOKER: We have nailed our names in
the pages of history enough for today.
We hump down to the Perfume River
to set in for the night.
[Marines chanting in cadence]
MARINES: "We play fair and we work hard
And we're in harmony
"M-l-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E
"Forever let us hold our banner high
"Boys and girls from far and near
"You're welcome as can be
"M-l-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E
"Who's the leader of the club..."
JOKER: My thoughts drift back
to erect-*** wet dreams...
...about Mary Jane Rottencrotch
and the great homecoming *** fantasy.
I am so happy that I am alive...
...in one piece, and short.
I'm in a world of ***, yes.
But I am alive.
And I am not afraid.
[Cadenced chanting continues]