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Profile (Character)
from Heartbreak Ridge (1986)

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Heartbreak Ridge (1986)
Highway: My name's Gunnery Sergeant Highway and I've drunk more beer and banged more quiff and pissed more blood and stomped more ass that all of you numbnuts put together. Now Major Powers has put me in charge of this reconisence platoon.
Lance Corporal Fragatti: We take care of ourselves.
Highway: You couldn't take care of a wet dream. God loves you.
Collins: I know that!
Highway: You men do not impress me!
Profile: Recon platoon kicks butt.
Highway: [grabs Profile by the nose] If you ladies think that you can slip and slide just because your last sergeant was a pussy, well queer bait, you're going to start acting like Marines right now!
Lance Corporal Fragatti: Who invited ya!
Highway: I'm not doing this because I want to take long showers with you assholes and I don't want to get my head shot off in some far away land because you don't habla, comprende?
Aponte: Ruh!
Highway: You?
Quinones: Yes, Gunney.
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: [singing] And you really look so fine and you've got that big behind.
Highway: [sees Jones] Well, well, well, well. I'm here to tell you that life as you knew it has ended. You all may as well go into town tonight. You may as well laugh and make fools out of yourselves. Rub your pathetic little peckers against your honies or stick it in a knothole in the fence but whatever it is, get rid of it. Because at 0600 tomorrow your ass is mine.
[to Jones]
Highway: Where's your bunk.
Highway: [walking toward the barracks holding Jones by the ear] Where is it?
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Where's what, man?
Highway: The money for my ticket.
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Hey, no need to resort to unnecessary violence. I was a little down on the money, you know, but I got a little money for you right here. But that's all I got.
[hands Highway some cash]
Highway: And the meal.
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: The meal.
Highway: Yeah, the meal.
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Ok, I got a little more for you here but that's definitely all I got.
Highway: And the tip.
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: No, man, that's really it that's all I got.
Highway: You owe me.
[rips Jones' earring off]
Highway: Now it's my will against yours and you will lose. So don't forget, 0600. That's six o'clock in the morning for those of you who don't habla.

Highway: Drop your cocks and grab your socks! Off your ass and on your feet. Let's move. Knees to the breeze in 5 minutes.
Profile: It's Goddam 5 o'clock. You said six!
Highway: So I lied. So I can't tell time. So maybe some communist bastard's going to make an appointment pop you a new asshole in your forehead. You're Marines now. You adapt. You overcome. You improvise. Let's move. Four minutes!
Highway: [in the head] We move swift. We move silent. We move deadly. Only one shake of those wangs ladies. Anymore than that consitutes pleasure and we're not in that business. Sleep well, Mr. Jones?
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: This is a nightmare. A freakin' nightmare. Wake me up, Mama, please!
Marine: [outside the barracks] The platoon is formed for PT, Gunny.
Highway: Take your post. The Marines are looking for a few good men. Unfortunately you ain't it. We will blaze a path into battle for others to follow. Surrender is not in our creed. Let me here you say that.
Lance Corporal Fragatti, Aponte, Profile, Quinones, Collins, Marine, Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: [mumbling] Surrender is not in our creed.
Highway: Louder or the next time you leave this base for R&R you'll be collecting your pensions.
Lance Corporal Fragatti, Aponte, Profile, Quinones, Collins, Marine: Surrender is not in our creed!
Highway: Louder!
Lance Corporal Fragatti, Aponte, Profile, Quinones, Collins, Marine, Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: SURRENDER IS NOT IN OUR CREED!
Highway: Oo-rah. Strip off those t-shirts.
Lance Corporal Fragatti: Huh?
Highway: You'll all wear the same t-shirt or not at all.
[Platoon takes off shirts. Highway approaches Fragatti]
Highway: What's your name, Marine?
Lance Corporal Fragatti: Lance Corporal Fragatti, Gunny.
Highway: [takes off Fragatti's sunglasses and steps on them] Well, you shouldn't litter Fag-eddi. It's ecologically unsound.
[moves down the line]
Highway: What's your name?
Aponte: Aponte.
Highway: Your's?
Profile: Profile.
Highway: Your's?
Quinones: Quinoes.
Highway: Your's?
Collins: Collins!
Highway: Alright, Colitis, Cahones, Profilatics, Ajax. You boys are handsome. You ladies look like models. In fact I want your hair high and tight by tomorrow morning. When you start looking like Marines you'll start feeling like Marines and then, Goddamn it, you'll start acting like Marines. Platoon, ten-hut! Right face! Forward march!

Sergeant Webster: Highway, I heard you was back.
Highway: Webster.
Sergeant Webster: These retards couldn't fight their way out of a shit house.
Highway: That where you been keeping yourself lately?
Highway: Major Powers and me are building an elite company of fightin' men.
Highway: Webster, the only thing you could build is a good case of hemmorhoids.
[taps Fragatti on the head]
Lance Corporal Fragatti: What? What?
Highway: Well, you're blowing away all of your ammunition, Fag-eddy. Miss I ain't America's gonna make Swiss cheese out of you.
Lance Corporal Fragatti: It's not my fuckin' fault, man. The fuckin' weapon's fuckin' fucked up.
Highway: [takes rifle and fires at target] There's nothing wrong with that rifle. Keep it tight.
[moves down to Jones]
Highway: You wake up this morning with a piss pot on your head?
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Uh, no, Gunny, I wore this in your honor.
Highway: Is that right?
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Yeah, you know, Sands of Iwo Jima, Pork Chop Hill, Kason, all that old antique shit. Sort of a tribute to an aging veteran close to retirement such as yourself.
Highway: Well, I'm touched.
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Yeah, you know, sort of a recon way of saying welcome and ineveitably, goodbye.
Highway: And the kevlar helmet you were issued, that didn't by chance find it's way into one of the local pawn shops in town now did it?
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Hey, hey, yo, that's a serious implication, Gunny. You know, we're financially responsible for these bad boys.
Highway: That's right, you are, that's why I want to see kevlar on your head by 1900 hours or you won't have a head to put it on.
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Yes, sir, Gunny Highway Sergeant, sir!
Profile: Hey, Gunny. My weapon's jammed!
[stands and the rifle goes off]
Sergeant Webster: [as the platoon is marching back] Major Powers' gonna teach you how to discipline your men.
Highway: Webster, if Powers ever comes to a sudden stop your face is gonna go half way up his ass.
Lance Corporal Fragatti: Profile's never gonna make it back to the barracks.
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Powers is cold blooded, man.
Highway: [after Profile falls] Come on, Profile. You can make it. Don't give the prick the satisfaction.

Lieutenant M.R. Ring: Morning, men! I thought I'd lead you through this exercise. Can't find Gunny Highway, though...
[Highway appears behind a makeshift building at the training site and sprays live bullet fire]
Lieutenant M.R. Ring: [dives for cover] Jesus Christ, what was that?
Lance Corporal Fragatti: Sir! That is the AK-47 Assault Rifle!
Profile: The preferred weapon of our enemy...
Collins: And it makes a distinctive sound when fired at us, Sir!
Lieutenant M.R. Ring: [still dazed] Yeah... I guess it does!