The Last Detail (1973)
Jack Nicholson: Buddusky
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 : If you're Catholic, do you think it's, uh, sacrilegious to chant?
Buddusky : Did it get you laid?
Meadows : No.
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.
Buddusky : Hallelujah!
Buddusky : Could ya melt the cheese on there for the Chief?
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.
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!
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.
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!
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.
Buddusky : Take it easy, Meadows, you're makin' Mulhouse hungry.
Buddusky : Y'know, kid... you got a helluva knack for killin' a conversation.
Buddusky : Welcome to the wonderful world of pussy, kid.
Buddusky : He looks like a goddamn big penguin, don't he?
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?
Meadows : Injustice.
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?
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.
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 : [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.
Mulhall : Yeah!
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?