Tom Berenger: Sgt. Barnes
Sgt. Barnes : Talking about killing? Y'all experts? Y'all know about killing? I'd like to hear about it, potheads.
[takes pipe and inhales drag]
Sgt. Barnes : Why do you smoke this shit? So as to escape from reality? Me, I don't need this shit. I am reality. There's the way it ought to be. And there's the way it is. Elias was full of shit. Elias was a crusader. Now, I got no fight with any man who does what he's told, but when he don't, the machine breaks down. And when the machine breaks down, we break down. And I ain't gonna allow that in any of you. Not one.
[hands pipe back and spits]
Sgt. Barnes : Y'all love Elias. Oh, you wanna kick ass. Yeah. Well, here I am, all by my lonesome, and ain't nobody gonna know. Six of you boys against me. Kill me. Huh. I shit on all of you.
Sgt. Barnes : Y'all take a good look at this lump of shit. Remember what it looks like. You fuck up in a firefight and I goddamn guarantee you a trip out of the bush in a body bag! Out here, assholes, you keep your shit wired tight at all times!
Sgt. Barnes : And that goes for you, shit-for-brains. You don't sleep on no fucking ambush!
Sgt. Barnes : And the next son of a bitch I catch copping "Z"s in the bush, I'm personally gonna take an interest in seeing him suffer. I shit you not. Doc, tag him and bag him.
Sgt. Barnes : Shut up! Shut up and take the pain! Take the pain!
Sgt. Barnes : Martin, get your boots on. And the next time I catch you spraying skeeter repellent on your fucking feet, I'm gonna court-martial your nigger ass.
Junior : Well, then court-martial me, motherfucker! Bust my ass. Send me to fucking Long Binh! You do your fucking worst! You white folks have got your last klick out of Junior!
Sgt. Barnes : O'Neill, get me that centipede.
Sgt. O'Neill : Sergeant?
Sgt. Barnes : Yeah, that long, hairy, red and black bastard I found in the ammo crate. I'm gonna put it in this boy's crotch, see if he can walk.
Sgt. O'Neill : I remember now.
Sgt. Barnes : Death? What do you all know about death?
Sgt. Barnes : Elias was full of shit. Elias was a crusader. Now, I got no fight with any man who does what he's told, but when he don't, the machine breaks down. And when the machine breaks down, we break down. And I ain't gonna allow that in any of you. Not one.
Sgt. O'Neill : Guy's in three years, he thinks he's Jesus fucking Christ or something.
Sgt. Barnes : Red, your guys stay in, but you go! I need veterans out there.
Sgt. O'Neill : Damn it!
Lt. Wolf : Excuse me, Seargeant. But in front of the men, I think it's necessary for *me* to give the orders.
Sgt. Barnes : [sarcastically] Yes, sir.
Sgt. Barnes : Yo! Saddle up! Lock and load!
Sgt. Barnes : [to Lt. Wolfe after giving wrong target grid for mortar-fire] You ignorant asshole! What the fuck coordinates you giving? You wasted a lot of people up there with your fucked-up fire mission! You know that? You know that? Ah, shit!
Sgt. Barnes : Boy, what you waiting for? Ain't gonna bite you. That's a good gook. Good and dead.
Lt. Wolf : Two-five-two actual. Move it out. Six says we're jamming them up back there. Over.
Sgt. Barnes : Tell that dipshit to get unfucked.
Lt. Wolf : [to the radio] This is Two-Five, be advised. We're moving out shortly. Out.
Sgt. Barnes : [to Chris] What the hell's the matter with you, Taylor? You are one simple son of a bitch.
Sgt. Elias : Barnes! Barnes! What the fuck do you think you're doing?
Sgt. Barnes : Stay out of this, Elias. This ain't your show.
Sgt. Elias : You ain't a firing squad, you piece of shit.
[Elias and Barnes fight, the others try to stop them from fighting]
Sgt. Barnes : You're dead, Elias! I swear to fucking God, you're dead!
Sgt. Barnes : [In the foxhole Barnes checks the soles of Junior's bare feet. Bunny and O'Neill looking on. Junior is moaning as if he's dying, overdoing it by a mile] So what's the problem?
Sgt. O'Neill : Says he can't walk.
Sgt. Barnes : Shit. Get your boots on Martin, next time I catch you putting mosquito repellant on your fuckin feet I'm gonna courtmartial your nigger ass.
Junior : [cracks] DEN COURTMARTIAL ME MOTHERFUCKAH, bust my ass, send me to Long Binh, do your worst but I ain't walking no more. De white man done got his last klik outta me. Get some chuck dude to hump this shit.
Sgt. Barnes : [suddenly soft] Get me that centipede, O'Neill.
[O'Neill is puzzled. What centipede?]
Sgt. O'Neill : Sarge?
Sgt. Barnes : Yeah. That long hairy orange and black bastard I found in the ammo crate. I'm gonna put it in this asshole's crotch, see if he can walk.
[Junior's eyes bulge with suspicion and sudden terror, his demeanor totally alert now]
Sgt. O'Neill : [understanding] Oh yeah, right away Sarge.
Junior : No! Wait! I'll walk, fuck you, I'll walk, I don't need this shit! I don't need this shit!
Bunny : Fucking pussy, fuck it Sarge, I gotta have him on my hole?
Sgt. Barnes : [after the platoon discovers a horribly murdered colleague] The motherfuckers.