Chris Pedersen: Crawford
King : [while cleaning the latrines] I'm too short for this shit, man. 39 and a wake-up, a pause for the cause and I'm a gone motherfucker. Back to the world!
Crawford : Hey, I broke a hundred the other day, 92 left to go. April 17th, home to California, checkin' out the babes on the beach... the surfin's gonna be good.
King : March, man, in Tennessee... sniff the pines... sniff that cross-mounted pussy down by the river, hot damn! Hey Taylor, how many days you got left? Three hundred and what?
Chris Taylor : Thirty two. 332 days.
Crawford : Shit, I can't even remember when I was 332, man. You gotta like, count backwards or something, you know like you got 40 days in? Think positive, dude.
King : Hey, Taylor. How in the fuck you get here anyway? Why, you look educated.
Chris Taylor : I volunteered for it.
King : You did what?
Chris Taylor : I volunteered. I dropped out of college, and told them I wanted the infantry, combat, and Vietnam.
Crawford : You volunteered for this shit, man?
Chris Taylor : You believe that?
King : You's a crazy fucker, giving up college.
Chris Taylor : It didn't make much sense. I wasn't learning anything. I figured why should just the poor kids go off to war and the rich kids always get away with it?
King : Oh, I see. What we got here is a crusader.
Crawford : Sounds like it.
King : Shit. You gotta be rich in the first place to think like that. Everybody know the poor are always being fucked over by the rich. Always have, always will.
King : Thirty nine and a wake-up, a pause for the cause, and I'm a gone motherfucker! Back to the world!
Crawford : I hear you, man. Broke 100 the other day.
King : No shit.
Crawford : Ninety-two left to go. April 17, heroes, man. Home to California. I'll be sitting outside, checking out the babes on the beach. The surfing's gonna be good.
King : March, man, in Tennessee. Sniff the pines, sniff that cross-mounted pussy down by the river. Whoo, hot damn! Hey, Taylor, how long you got left? Three hundred and what?
Chris Taylor : Thirty-two. Three hundred and thirty-two days.
King : Xin loi, my boy!
Crawford : I can't even remember when I was 332, man. You gotta, like, count backwards or something. You know, like, you got 40 days in. I mean, think positive, dude.
Crawford : [after getting shot] Kiss my ass. I never thought I'd get hit.