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: What a magical heap of Navajo horseshit!
: Yeah... I'm a good fucking marine, that's why they gave me this detail.
: I'm Ben Yahzee, I guess the corps paired us up, may I join you? Joe Enders
: You're blocking my view. Ben Yahzee
[about the food
] Ben Yahzee
: What do they call this crap anyway? Joe Enders
: Marines call it chow. Ben Yahzee
: Well there is a propaganda effort there. Ben Yahzee
: [he accidentally knocks over his cup of coffee
] Shit, sorry, you could have mine.
[he then accidentally spills the coffe all over his food
] Joe Enders
: What did you say your name was again? Ben Yahzee
: Ben Yahzee.
[Enders gives him his food which has been ruined and takes his food
] Charlie Whitehorse
: [in Navajo
] How is your white man? Ben Yahzee
: [in Navajo
] I've never seen so many white men. Ben Yahzee
: Oh, they've never seen so many Navajos before. Ben Yahzee
: Enders, I can't find Whitehorse anywhere. Have you seen him? Joe Enders
: He's over there. Ben Yahzee
: [he sees his friend dead, blown up by a grenade with other Japanese soldiers
] This was suppose to be a secured area, what happened? Joe Enders
: I killed him. Ben Yahzee
: You what? Joe Enders
: I took a grenade, threw it in there and blew him up.
Sargeant Ryan 'Ox' Anderson
: Do your johns have any thing to do with these Navajo radiomen? Joe Enders
: I'm not at liberty to say. Sargeant Ryan 'Ox' Anderson
: [notices a new stripe on his uniform
] See you got a new stripe on, me too. So I'm guessin the same orders i aint liberated to tell you is the same orders you aint liberated to tell me. Joe Enders
: This is no democracy Sergant, this is the Marines. They look pretty normal I guess, expectin them to wear war paint. Sargeant Ryan 'Ox' Anderson
: Well we might want to go and introduce ourselves they look a little lost. Joe Enders
: Anderson, I wouldn't get too friendly. Sargeant Ryan 'Ox' Anderson
: [to the Navajos
] How, just kiddin I'm Ox. Charlie Whitehorse
: I'm Whitehorse, this is Yahzee, Ben.
: I ain't that drunk Yahzee, you cut that horseshit out.
: Sergeant, I'm telling you I won't freeze up again. Joe Enders
: Because your buddy smeared ash on your forehead? Ben Yahzee
: That's right, because my buddy smeared ash on my forehead.
: I dont wanna die in this shit hole, Joe. Joe Enders
: You're not gonna die... nobody else is gonna die. We're gonna make it out of this.
: [to Gunnery Sergeant Hjelmstad
] I can't do my job!
: You think too much. Private Chick
: First time I've ever been accused of that.
: I don't want to die in this shithole, Joe! Joe Enders
: No one is gonna die!
: This was supposed to be a secure area. What happened? Joe Enders
: I killed him.
: [Showing a series of photographs
] Take a look. It's a Navajo... or was. Tortured to death by Japanese intelligence trying to bust our code. Fortunately, couldn't help them even if he wanted to. Joe Enders
: Sir? Major Mellitz
: Man's a Navajo, not a Code Talker. Code's based on their language, but it is still a code. Tojo'd like nothing more than to catch a live one.
: Stay on my ass!