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[Cowboy is sending Eightball to investigate an area for enemies
] Private Cowboy
: Eightball, let's dance. Private Eightball
: Put a nigger behind the trigger!
: What we have here, little yellow sister, is a magnificent specimen of pure Alabama Blacksnake. But it ain't too goddamned beaucoup.
: Tough break for Hand Job. He was all set to get shipped out on a medical. Private Joker
: What was the matter with him? Private Cowboy
: He was jerkin' off ten times a day. Private Eightball
: No shit. At least ten times a day. Private Cowboy
: Last week he was sent down to Da Nang to see the Navy head shrinker, and the crazy fucker starts jerking off in the waiting room. Instant Section Eight. He was just waiting for his papers to clear division.
: Personally, I think, uh... they don't really want to be involved in this war. You know, I mean... they sort of took away our freedom and gave it to the, to the gookers, you know. But they don't want it. They'd rather be alive than free, I guess. Poor dumb bastards.
: You're going home now. Crazy Earl
: Semper fi. Donlon
: We're mean marines, sir. Private Eightball
: Go easy, bros. Animal Mother
: Better you than me.
: Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me? Private Cowboy
: Hey, start the cameras. This is "Vietnam - the Movie." Private Eightball
: Yeah, Joker can be John Wayne. I'll be a horse. Donlon
: T.H.E. Rock can be a rock. T.H.E. Rock
: I'll be Ann-Margret. Doc Jay
: Animal Mother can be a rabid buffalo. Crazy Earl
: I'll be General Custer. Private Rafterman
: Well, who'll be the Indians? Animal Mother
: Hey, we'll let the gooks play the Indians.
: Hey, what the mother fuck?
: Now you might not believe it, but under fire Animal Mother is one of the... finest human beings in the world. All he needs is somebody to throw hand grenades at him the rest of his life.
: Oh, sheeit!
] Private Eightball
: This baby-san looks like she can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch.
: I'm going first. Private Eightball
: Now, back off, white bread! Don't get between a dog and his meat. Animal Mother
: All fucking niggers must fucking hang!
[responds to protests
] Animal Mother
: Hey, hey, I won't be long! I'll skip the foreplay.
: Hey, Jungle bunny. Thank God for the sickle cell, huh? Private Eightball
: Yeah, Mother.