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: What's the most important thing in life? Troy Barlow
: Respect. Archie Gates
: Too dependent on other people. Conrad Vig
: What, love? Archie Gates
: A little Disneyland, isn't it? Chief Elgin
: God's will. Archie Gates
: Close. Troy Barlow
: What is it then? Archie Gates
: Necessity. Troy Barlow
: As in? Archie Gates
: As in people do what is most necessary to them at any given moment.
: No unnecessary shots, Conrad, 'cause we know what they do. Conrad Vig
: Make infected pockets full of bile, sir. Archie Gates
: That's right, Conrad, that's what they do.
: You're scared, right? Conrad Vig
: Maybe. Archie Gates
: The way it works is, you do the thing you're scared shitless of, and you get the courage AFTER you do it, not before you do it. Conrad Vig
: That's a dumbass way to work. It should be the other way around. Archie Gates
: I know. That's the way it works.
: Sit down. What do you see here? Chief Elgin
: Bunkers, sir. Archie Gates
: What's in them? Troy Barlow
: Stuff they stole from Kuwait. Archie Gates
: Bullshit. I'm talking about millions in Kuwaiti bullion. Conrad Vig
: You mean them little cubes you put in hot water to make soup? Archie Gates
: No, not the little cubes you put in hot water to make soup.
: Any questions? Conrad Vig
: Yeah, is it true to be special forces, you gotta cut off an enemy's ear? Archie Gates
: [to Troy Barlow
] Are you able to control him? Troy Barlow
: Yes, sir. He'll be fine, I promise.
[after seeing that Chief can't throw a football straight
] Conrad Vig
: Blacks make better receivers than quarterbacks. Troy Barlow
: Stop speaking right now, Conrad!
: One gold Rolex would get me a very nice split-level house outside of Garland. Troy Barlow
: Five Rolexes would get my family that Lexus convertible. Chief Elgin
: I told you, Lexus doesn't make a convertible. Troy Barlow
: Yes they do, it has room in the back for a kid's seat. Chief Elgin
: Infiniti has a convertible but not Lexus. Troy Barlow
: Wrong. Chief Elgin
: Either way, the Good Lord has put this map in our path and I believe we're gonna find something. Troy Barlow
: Yeah, he could also put a land mine in our path if we go out there.
: Man... I didn't join the army to pull paper our of people's asses.
: We three kings be stealin' the gold...
[Maj. Gates stops the car after hearing an explosion
] Archie Gates
: What was that? Conrad Vig
: I rigged the football with C-4, sir. Archie Gates
: Why would you do that?
: [about Kuwaiti gold
] My guess is he's divided these bricks into several different stashes. Just one of these stashes will be easy to take from Saddam's deserting army, and that will be enough to get us out of our day jobs. Unless, of course, you reservists are in love with your day jobs.
[cut to a shot of Troy getting ink all over himself at his office; cut to a shot of Chief throwing luggage onto a plane; cut to a shot of Conrad shooting stuffed animals with a shotgun
] Conrad Vig
: I don't really have a day job, sir.
[Maj. Gates knows a map has been found in one of an Iraqi soldier's orifices, but isn't sure which
] Archie Gates
: Good afternoon. Would this be the proctology tent? Chief Elgin
: No, sir. Archie Gates
: Maybe it's the urology tent. Or the neurology tent. Or the ear, nose, and throat tent. Troy Barlow
: Captain's at a staff meeting, sir. Archie Gates
: Captain a proctologist? Conrad Vig
: What's a proctologist, sir?
: [pointing a machine gun at Iraqi soldiers
] Don't make me smoke your ass, Abdul!
: Kaboom! Y'all see that cow's head shoot up? It's like a cartoon! It's fuckin' crazy!
: Didn't think I'd get to see anybody get shot in this war.
[Conrad retrieved a map from an Iraqi's soldier's butt
] Sgt. Troy Barlow
: Conrad, you've washed your hands like ten times. Conrad Vig
: Lord knows what kind of vermin live in the butt of a dune coon. Chief Elgin
: Why do you let this cracker hang around with you, man? Sgt. Troy Barlow
: He's all right, man. He's from a group home in Dallas. He's got no high school. Conrad Vig
: Don't tell people that. Chief Elgin
: I don't care if he's from Johannesburg. I don't want to hear "dune coon" or "sand nigger" from him or anybody else. Conrad Vig
: Captain uses those terms. Sgt. Troy Barlow
: That's not the point, Conrad. The point is that "towelhead" and "camel jockey" are perfectly good substitutes. Chief Elgin
: We'll I'm gonna be wearing some fashionable Kevlar. Conrad Vig
: Yeah, me too.
: You know anything about gunshot wounds? Conrad Vig
: I don't know. Archie Gates
: Specifically, the worst thing about a gunshot wound, provided you survive the bullet, is something called sepsis. Chief Elgin
: Infection of the blood... Archie Gates
: That's right. Say a bullet tears into your gut. It creates a cavity in the dead tissue. That cavity fills up with bile, and bacteria, and you're fucked.