The Last Detail (1973)
[a woman hears Meadows chanting and invites him to a party]
Meadows: Drop your socks and grab your cocks, we're going to a party.
Buddusky: If this kid gets pussy out of this, I'll eat my fucking flat hat, man.
Buddusky: He don't stand a chance in Portsmouth, you know. You know that, don't you? Goddamn grunts, kickin' the shit outta him for eight years... he don't stand a chance.
Mulhall: I don't want to hear about it.
Buddusky: 'Maggot' this, 'maggot' that... Marines are really assholes, you know that? It takes a certain kind of a sadistic temperament to be a Marine.
Meadows: [looking at porn] Are they really doing that when they take that picture?
Buddusky: [pause] Well kid, there's more things in this life than you can possibly imagine. I knew a whore once in Wilmington. She had a glass eye... used to take it out and wink people off for a dollar.
Mulhall: I consider myself in jeopardy with you man, understand? In jeopardy. This ain't no farewell party n' he ain't retirin'. Understand? He's a prisoner n' we're takin' 'im to the jailhouse. N' you have a tendency to forget that. You're a menace, man. You ain't no simple shit Bad-Ass, you're a motherfuckin' menace. But from now on, MAA can go piss up a rope! You ain't no honcho! N' I wanna hear no more of this horseshit psychology jive! No more turnin' that boy's head around to prove what a fuckin' big man you are! You're a lifer like me! Navy's the best thing ever happened to me, n' I don't want'cha to fuck me up, y'understand?
Meadows: If you're Catholic, do you think it's, uh, sacrilegious to chant?
Buddusky: Did it get you laid?
Buddusky: Then Meadows, what the fuck do you want to go on chanting for?
Mulhall: Chant your ass off, kid. But any pussy you get in this world, you gonna have to pay for, one way or another.
Budduskey: I am the motherfucking shore patrol, motherfucker! I am the motherfucking shore patrol! Give this man a beer.
Meadows: I don't want a beer.
Budduskey: You're gonna have a fuckin' beer!
Nichiren Shoshu Leader: Welcome to a Nichiren Shoshu discussion meeting! Tonight throughout the city there are actually - there are hundreds of meetings like this going on, where people are learning about Nam-myoho-renge-kyo and Gohonzon!
Meadows: [to Budduskey] What's a "gohonzon"?
Buddusky: Shhh. I'll tell ya 'bout it later.
Buddusky: [listening to Nichiren Shoshu members singing a happy song]
Buddusky: Why does all of this make me feel so fucking bad?
Marine O.D.: [in bathroom at bus station] Sailor looks like he's lost something.
Marine: Probably has trouble finding it with those thirteen buttons.
Buddusky: If I was a Marine, I wouldn't have to fuck with no thirteen buttons. I'd just take my hat off.
Buddusky: Could ya melt the cheese on there for the Chief?
Buddusky: [Budduskey's response to a woman's sarcastic remark about his navy uniform] You know what I like most about this uniform? The way it makes your dick look.
Mulhall: I hate this detail. I hate this fucking chickenshit detail!
[Meadows has just prematurely ejaculated]
Buddusky: You wanna try it again, kid?
Buddusky: [to prostitute] Okay, honey.
Mulhall: Don't worry about it, kid... plenty more where that came from.
Buddusky: We got all night, kid.
Mulhall: Tell you what, mister citizen bartender. You can take your beers and shove 'em up your ass sideways. Can you dig it?
Mulhall: When you're in the Navy, shitbird, and you're in transit, nobody knows where the fuck ya are. Now go tell that MAA to fuck himself; I ain't goin' on no shit detail!
Buddusky: Boy, they really stuck it to ya, didn't they, kid! Stick it in and break it off. Up your giggy with a wah-wah brush, stick it in an' break it off.
Meadows: [with a mouthful of peanuts] I had 'em with me!
Buddusky: Take it easy, Meadows, you're makin' Mulhouse hungry.
Buddusky: Y'know, kid... you got a helluva knack for killin' a conversation.
Buddusky: [after about a case of beer] I would like to drink a toast to Batman... Shuperman... and the Human Torch. AH-HA-HA!
Buddusky: Heineken? Why it's the finest beer in the world! President Kennedy used to drink it!
Buddusky: Welcome to the wonderful world of pussy, kid.
Mulhall: We'd better catch that train.
Buddusky: We still got time for a beer.
Mulhall: Now wait a minute, man...
Meadows: I ain't old enough.
Buddusky: Ain't old enough for what?
Meadows: For a beer.
Buddusky: Everybody's old enough for a beer. Ain't that right, Mule?
Buddusky: One time... when I was... Oh Jesus Christ...! A friend of mine was looking for me... and I was up on top of his car and I pissed on his head... just being crazy, you know what I mean?
Mulhall: Don't you get crazy with me!
Buddusky: He looks like a goddamn big penguin, don't he?
Meadows: After... after... well maybe it was an act for her. I mean I know she was a whore. But I think she liked me.
Buddusky: They got feelings just like everybody else, kid; she probably did.
Meadows: Well, it was real for me. That's what counts.
Meadows: Hey, you guys mind if I say somethin'? That guy at the bar, why did you get so mad at him? I don't blame him not givin' me a beer.
Buddusky: Hey, don't you never get mad at nobody?
Meadows: Well, sure I do, yeah.
Mulhall: Who do you get mad at?
Meadows: Not at somebody who's doing their job.
Buddusky: Who, then?
Buddusky: Bullshit! You never get mad at nobody. You're just a pussy!
Meadows: I do too get mad.
Mulhall: Did you ever get mad at the old man for what he done to you?
Meadows: Well, he was just...
Buddusky: ...doin' his job. Hey, they're gonna take eight years outta your life, man.
Meadows: Six years. You said six!
Buddusky: Hey, what the fuck difference does it make? You don't even care about it.
Mulhall: Come on, Badass, that don't help him.
Buddusky: Fuck help, fuck fair! Fuck injustice! Don't you ever just wanna fuckin' whomp and stomp on someone, bite off their ear, just to do it...? I mean just to do it, just to get it out of your system?
Nichiren Shoshu Member: But now I, well, I really love the clarinet and I can't even remember why I wanted the flute in the first place.
Mulhall: [At the very end, watching Meadows ice skate in an empty park] He sure is havin' a good time.
Buddusky: And you said he didn't have it in him!
Meadows: I do remember something I got mad at. Something when I was in the brig, a Marine did.
Buddusky: What happened? Grunts beat you up?
Meadows: Yeah... but that didn't get me mad.
Buddusky: Well, goddamn it, what *did* get you mad?
Meadows: This Marine guard... he asked me if I believed in Jesus Christ. And I said, "Yeah." And he said that from now on, *he* was Jesus Christ, and I shouldn't ever forget it.
Buddusky: What did you do? Did you hit him?
Meadows: Now can you imagine that? That's awful!
Buddusky: Did you cold-cock him?
Meadows: He better hope the Chaplain don't catch him at that.
Mulhall: Shit... most of the Navy Chaplains I know, they want to stand up on the bridge with the old man and look through aviator sunglasses.
Meadows: Mule... it takes a lot of dedication to be a Chaplain in the Navy.
Mulhall: It don't take diddly-shit, man!
Mulhall: [They're in a bar; Buddusky is competing in a darts game for money] You gotta' help me get Buddusky outta' here. He's bettin' with our travel money.
Meadows: [looks up at the scoreboard] He's losing, too.
Buddusky: [Buddusky comes back over to their table] Now, don't worry about a thing. I'm hustling this guy, understand? I got him right where I want him.
Meadows: Well, maybe he's hustling *you*?
Buddusky: Yeah, maybe he is, but, uh, this is not the time to argue about it, because if I don't win, we don't leave New York, huh? Ha ha ha...
Mulhall: [looks exasperated, shaking his head] Fourteen years... fourteen motherfucking years.
Mulhall: [They look confusedly at a big pile of shoes and boots inside the foyer of the Nichiren Shoshu discussion meeting] Well, what are we gonna' do?
Meadows: Take off your shoes.
Buddusky: [grins at Mulhall] Must be one of them Jap joints where we gotta' take off all our shoes. Know what I mean?
Buddusky: [Scoffing, after they've left the Nichiren Shoshu discussion meeting] Jesus, huh? What a bunch of candy-asses.
Mulhall: Ever hear such happy horseshit?
Buddusky: That one guy was a big homo, heh?
Meadows: Yeah, but you guys, he sure was a *happy* homo.
Buddusky: [to the taxi driver, as they all get into a cab] How they treatin' you, partner?
Taxi Driver: Fine, sailor. Where to?
Buddusky: Oh, just down the road...
Buddusky: [after a pause] Well, hell, let me tell you what we really want. You look honest. I think I can trust you. We're, uh... we're in transit, the three of us, see? And, uh, well, we could really use the services of a decent whorehouse, know what I mean? One that don't hate G.I.s?
Buddusky: [as the taxi driver remains silent] Sizable tip in it for ya'...
Taxi Driver: Save the tip. I get it at the other end.
Buddusky: Hey, thanks a lot!
Mulhall: [Mulhall and Buddusky are making small talk, waiting for Meadows who is being serviced by a prostitute] You ever been married?
Buddusky: Not so you'd notice.
Buddusky: [after a pause] Yeah... once. A little girl in Torrance. You know where that is?
Mulhall: Huh uh.
Buddusky: It's near San Pedro on the way to Terminal Island, you know?
Buddusky: Dottie Brown... She had great tits, and wore angora sweaters all the time. She wanted me to go to trade school and become a TV repair man. Driving around in all that smog and shit, fixing TVs out of the back of a VW bus.
Buddusky: [looking depressed] I just couldn't do it.
Mulhall: I don't know what I woulda' done without the Navy.
Buddusky: Yeah... I guess we're just a couple of lifers.