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PFC Robert Leckie (Character)
from "The Pacific" (2010)

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"The Pacific: Guadalcanal/Leckie (#1.1)" (2010)
PFC Robert Leckie: Wanna know why we're here?
PFC Lew 'Chuckler' Juergens: Mm-hmm.
PFC Robert Leckie: [thinking for a while] Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws. And asks no omen but his country's cause.

PFC Robert Leckie: [Writing a letter to Vera Keller] Dear Vera, it seems a lifetime since we met outside Saint Mary's. This great undertaking for God and country has landed us in a tropical paradise, somewhere in what Jack London refers to as "those terrible Solomons." It is a garden of Eden. The jungle holds both beauty and terror in its depths, most terrible of which is man. We have met the enemy and have learned nothing more about him. I have, however, learned some things about myself. There are things men can do to one another that are sobering to the soul. It is one thing to reconcile these things with God, but another to square it with yourself.

PFC Robert Leckie: [reading a letter from home] "P.S., your mother would like to know if you want us to send you your dress blue uniform."
[they all laugh]
PFC Robert Leckie: Must think we get a lot of fancy dress balls around here.
PFC Wilbur 'Runner' Conley: Hey, if we have one, can I be your date?
PFC Robert Leckie: *You* are ugly. I want Hoosier.
PFC Bill 'Hoosier' Smith: [casually] Take a number.

"The Pacific: Peleliu Landing (#1.5)" (2010)
PFC Robert Leckie: [in Leckie's 'library,' he sees Sledge picking up a Bible and chuckles] Now that explains it. You're a believer.
Eugene B. Sledge: Yes.
PFC Robert Leckie: OK, question: God created everything, right? The heavens, seven seas, Marine Corps...
[gestures to the sleeping Runner]
PFC Robert Leckie: Sleeping Beauty there...
Eugene B. Sledge: [chuckles] Even him.
PFC Robert Leckie: Land crabs, rats, mosquitoes...
Eugene B. Sledge: Mosquito's a little tough to understand, I guess.
PFC Robert Leckie: God created Japs too, right?
[Eugene's smile fades]
PFC Robert Leckie: Yellow slants who've tried to kill me on many occasions. Japs come from the garden of Eden too?
Eugene B. Sledge: Well, what we do is up to us. He gives us a choice.
PFC Robert Leckie: Free will, right. 'Cept he's God, of course, so he knows what we're gonna do before we do it.
Eugene B. Sledge: Predestination.
PFC Robert Leckie: So the whole game is fixed by the will of Gramps on his throne while we're down here for what? His entertainment? That makes us chumps, or God's a sadist and either way, I got no use for him.
Eugene B. Sledge: So what do you believe in?
PFC Robert Leckie: I believe in ammunition.
[Eugene chuckles]
PFC Robert Leckie: Tell you what, though - since I'm not on speaking terms anymore, next time you're havin' a chat with the old geezer, can you ask him to sink a few Jap transports and have 'em all fall on their bayonets so I can get the fuck out of here and go home? Sure would appreciate it.
[Eugene turns to leave and puts the Bible back]
PFC Robert Leckie: You go ahead and keep it. Don't know what I have it in the first place.
Eugene B. Sledge: No thanks.
[goes to the mouth of the tent]
Eugene B. Sledge: Got my own.
[holds it up and leaves]

"The Pacific: Home (#1.10)" (2010)
Tom Smee: [at the newspaper office] You made quite an entrance, Bob. The whole room is buzzing.
Robert Leckie: Hope they meet their deadlines.
Tom Smee: We're all mighty proud of you. Proud of all you soldiers.
Robert Leckie: [with a slight smile] I was a marine.
Tom Smee: Proud of all of you.
Tom Smee: So, now you're back. I'm guessing you're here for a job.
Robert Leckie: [confidently] That's why they made you the editor. I'll take my former position.
Tom Smee: You still want to cover local sports?
Robert Leckie: Yep. To start with.
[Smee raises his eyebrows]
Robert Leckie: Here's why: that guy you got writing the column right now... he's got no snap, no style. The prose just lays there like spilled ink on newsprint. You need to send him to obits and give me his desk.
Tom Smee: I do?
Robert Leckie: For the sake of the paper.
Tom Smee: [humoring him somewhat] And when did you see me demoting him and hiring you?
Robert Leckie: Today's good.
Tom Smee: Today?
Robert Leckie: Urban Catholic plays Dombosco Prep this afternoon. Kick-off is at three, so...
[picks up a pad and pen from the desk]
Robert Leckie: I'd better get goin'.
[gets up and goes to the door]
Tom Smee: Shouldn't we talk about salary?
Robert Leckie: Ten dollar a week raise'll do it.
Tom Smee: I will give you seven.
Robert Leckie: [cockily] I'd have taken five.
[he leaves]

"The Pacific: Melbourne (#1.3)" (2010)
PFC Robert Leckie: [strolling around drunk, he sees Stella getting onto a tram] Hey, beautiful!
[she smiles at him and the tram pulls away, and he runs after it]
PFC Sidney Phillips: Oh, what the hell's he doing? Where's that tram go?
Girl in Bar: That's the Preston line, he'll end up in Perth!
PFC Sidney Phillips: Oh, hey, hey Leckie, c'mon!
PFC Lew 'Chuckler' Juergens: Leckie, what the hell!
[they chase after him]
PFC Robert Leckie: [on the tram, pushing his way between people] Excuse me, sir, ma'am, I apologize. Excuse me.
[he sees Stella and grins]
PFC Sidney Phillips: Hey, Leckie!
[Leckie turns quickly and falls at Stella's feet]
PFC Lew 'Chuckler' Juergens: Whoa! Attaboy, Leckie!
Stella: Proposing already, Yank?
PFC Robert Leckie: [flirting] I'm proposing that you take a walk with me, you never know what the future may bring.
Stella: You know what 'take a walk' means?
PFC Robert Leckie: Oh...
[chuckles awkwardly]
PFC Robert Leckie: ma'am, ma'am, ma'am - miss, miss, I'm a foreigner on your shores, forgive my ignorance of your customs, but... my invitation remains an offer.
Stella: [considers, then smiles] You're a bold one sotted, let's see you in the light of day.
[she writes down her address and gives it to him. Chuckler and Sid watch from the doorway]
Stella: Collect me at home. Being sober would be a plus.
[she gets up to leave the tram]
Stella: I'm Stella, in case you were wondering what to call me.
[Leckie grins and bows proudly to his friends]
PFC Sidney Phillips: Well, you've got guts, Leckie. You'd better laminate that piece of paper.
PFC Lew 'Chuckler' Juergens: Thank you very much! That made my night. That made my night!