Son, we live in a world that has walls.
And those walls have to be guarded by men
with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You,
Lt. Weinberg? I have a greater
responsibility than you can possibly
fathom. You weep for Santiago and you
curse the marines. You have that luxury.
You have the luxury of not knowing what I
know: That Santiago’s death, while tragic,
probably saved lives. And my existence,
while grotesque and incomprehensible to
you, saves lives.
(beat)
You don’t want the truth. Because deep
down, in places you don’t talk about at
parties, you want me on that wall.
you need me on that wall!
We use words like honor, code,
loyalty…we use these words as the
backbone to a life spent defending
something. You use ’em as a punchline.
I have neither the time nor the
inclination to explain myself to a man who
rises and sleeps under the blanket of the
very freedom I provide, then questions the
manner in which I provide it. I’d prefer
you just said thank you and went on your
way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a
weapon and stand a post. Either way, I
don’t give a damn what you think you’re
entitled to.
Son, we live in a world that has walls. Those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it, you? You, Lieutennant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know; that Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existance, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parites, you want me on that wall. You NEED me on that wall. We use words like ‘honor’, ‘code’, ‘loyalty’. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom which I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said ‘thank you’ and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post.
#1- The Marines at Gitmo are fanatical. #2- Fanatical about what? #1-About being Marines.
#1-Commander Galloway why don’t you get yourself a cup of coffee? #2-Thank you sir I’m fine. #1-Commander I’d like you to leave the room so we can talk about you behind your back.
#1-Yardarm? Sherby does the Navy still hang people from yardarms? #2-I don’t think so. #1-Dave Sherby doesn’t think the Navy hangs people from yardarms anymore.
#1-Yardarm? Sherby does the Navy still hang people from yardarms? #2-I don’t think so. #1-Dave, Sherby doesn’t think the Navy hangs people from yardarms anymore.
#1-You’re the attorney division assigned? #2-I’m lead counsel, this is Sam Weinberg. #3-I have no responsibilities here what so ever.
#1: You strenuously object? Huh? Is that how it works? Objection?! Overruled?. Oh, no no no, I STRENUOUSLY object. Oh, well, if you strenuously object then I ought to reconsider.
‘You want answers?’ ‘I think I’m entitled to them!’ ‘You want answers…’ ‘I WANT THE TRUTH!!!’ ‘YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!!’
(1) Did you order the code red?
(2) I did the job I had to do.
(1) Did you order the code red?!
(2) You’re God damn right I did!
(1) Train him to do what?
(2)To think of his unit before himself, to respect The Code.
(3)Whats The Code?
(2) Unit, Corps, God, Country.
(3)I beg your pardon?
(1)Are we clear? (2) Yes. (1)ARE WE CLEAR?! (2) Crystal.
(1)It was oregano, Dave. It was ten dollars worth of oregano.
(2)Yeah well your client thought it was marijuana.
(1)My clients’ a moron, thats not against the law.
(2)Look Caffey, I’ve got people to answer to, just like you do. I’m gonna charge him.
(1)With what? Possesion of a condiment?
(1)You want Answers? (2) I think I am entitled to them! (1) You want answers…(2) I WANT THE TRUTH!!! (1)YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!! Son we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Wienburg? I have more responsilbility here than you could possibly fathom.In places you don’t want to talk about at parties, you want me on that wall…you need me on that wall. We use words like honour, code, loyalty…we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use ‘m as a punchline! I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I’d prefer you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you’re entitled to!
*Tell your friend not to get cute. The Marines down there are fanatical.
#About what?
*About being Marines!
*You’r Aunt Jenny?
#ua hu
*I’m sorry, I was expecting someone older.
#So was I!
– permission to …
– SPEAK! Jesus!
– Why do you hate them so much?!
– They beat up a weakling…. thats all they did!!! Alright? The rest of this is just smoke filled coffeehouse crap!!! They tortured & tormented a weaker kid!!! They didnt like him so they killed him…. and why????!!!! cause he couldnt run very fast!!!!
– Why do you like them so much???!!!
– Because they stand on a wall and they say nothing’s gunna hurt you tonight…. not on MY watch…..
– Why do you like them so much???!!!
– Because they stand on a wall and they say nothing’s gunna hurt you tonight…. not on MY watch…..
— Why do you hate them so much?!
— They beat up a weakling…. thats all they did!!! Alright?….the rest of this is just smoke filled coffeehouse crap!!! They tortured & tormented a weaker kid!!! They didnt like him so they killed him…. and why????!!!! cause he couldnt run very fast!!!!
–Any questions?
–Uh, the flight to Cuba – was that 0600 in the morning, sir?
–Disposed of three cases in two years.
–Three cases in two years? Who’s she handling, the Rosenbergs?
–Hey, Luther.
–Admiral, how’s the big case going?
–How long have you been out of law school?
–A lttle over a year.
–How’s it going, Luther?
–Another day, another dollar, captain.
–I don’t know why I’m agreeing to this.
–‘Cause you have wisdom beyond your years.
–I’m going with you to Cuba tomorrow.
–And the hits just keep on coming.
–I’m just not crazy about boats.
–Jesus Christ, Kaffee, you’re in the Navy, for crying out loud.
–Say hi to Castro for me.
–Will do.
–So what happened?
–He calls back fifteen minutes later, and he says, ‘Let’s make a deal.’
–You’re Aunt Ginny?
–Un-huh.
–I’m sorry, I was expecting someone older.
–So was I.
-you want answers?
-I want the truth
YOU CANT HANDLE THE TRUTH. son, we live in a world that has walls and thoes walls have to be gaurded by men with guns. whoes gonna do you? you? lieutenant Weinberg, i have a greater responsibility then you can possibly fathem, you weep for santiago and u cursed the marines you have lauxary , you have the luxary of now knowing what i know, that santiagos death while tragic..probably saved lives and my existance while grotest and incomprehensible to you saves lives..but you dont want the truth becase deep down in places you dont talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall, we use words like ‘honor,code,loyalty’ we use these words as a backbone of a life spent defending something…you use them as a punch line. i have neither the time nor the inclinations to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of freen in which i provided and then questions the matten in which i provide. id rather you just say thank you and went on your way. otherwise i suggest u pick up a weapon and stand opposed, either way I DONT GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU THINK U ARE INTILIED TO
-DID YOU ORDER THE CODE RED??
-i did my job
-did you order the code red?
-YOUR GOD DAMN RIGHT I DID!
1) Dramamine keeps you cool? 2) No, dramamine keeps you from throwing up. You get sick when you fly. 1) I get sick when I fly because I’m afraid of crashing into a big mountain. I don’t think dramamine will help. 2) I’ve got some oregano. I hear that works pretty good.
1) John, you’re in charge. If Santiago doesn’t make 4/6, 4/6 on his next conduct and proficiency report, then I’m going to blame you, and then I’m going to kill you. 2) Yes, sir.
1) She said Pa 2)She was pointing at a mailbox. 1)I know, it was if to say Look, Pa, a mailbox.
1) What do you think of Kendrick? 2) Frankly, Nathan, I don’t think my opinion of Kendrick [cut off] 1) I think he’s pretty much a weasel myself.
1) What was it exactly those airmen were going to tell on the stand?
2) I believe they were going to tell – under oath – that they have absolutely no recollection of anything whatsoever.
1) Strong witnesses.
2) And handsome too, don’t you think?
1)And Santiago is who? 2)the victim 3)write that down.
1)Are you asking me out on a date? Cuz I’ve been asked out on dates before…and that’s what it sounded like.
1)I’m going to hang your boy from a fucking yard arm! 2) Sherby, does the Navy still hang people from yard arms? 3)No! 4)Dave, Sherby doesn’t think the Navy still hangs people from yard arms.
1)You saw her she pointed and said Pa.2)Sam, she was pointing at a mailbox. 1)Thats right, as if to say Pa look, a mailbox!
1. You want answers? 2. I want the truth! 3. You can’t handle the truth!
1. JESUS CHRIST, Kafee! You’re in the Navy for cryin out loud! 2. Nobody likes her very much.
1.) Commander- 2.) You can call me Jo. I want us to be friends. 1.) Jo, if you ever talk to one of my clients behind my back again, I’ll have you disbarred. Friends?
1.) Yesterday he was swimming in Jack Daniels and today he’s leaping tall buildings in a single bound. 2) I got my second wind
1.) You can call me ‘Jo.’ I want us to be friends. 2.) Jo, if you ever go behind my back and talk to one of my clients again, I’ll have you disbarred. Friends?
1.)I’M not Markinson…are you Markinson? 2.) No. 1.) Well, that’s TWO down.
1: Are you planning on doing any investigating? Or are you just taking the guided Tour? 2: I’m pacing myself
>I want the truth! >>You can’t handle the truth!
A rolling stone gathers no moss.
According to you, you were leaving for one day. You packed a bag and made three phone calls. Santiago was leaving for -the rest of his life- and he hadn’t called a soul and he hadn’t packed a thing. Can you explain that?
All I Want To Do.
And the hits keep on comin’!
And the truth is this…Your son is dead for only one reason, I wasn’t strong enough to stop it.
Are we clear?
yes.
ARE WE CLEAR?!
crystal.
ARE WE CLEAR???????!!!!!!!!!! Crystal…
Are you asking me out on a date?
No.
Because I’ve been asked out on dates before and that’s what it sounded like.
Do you like seafood. I know a good seafood place
Sure
Because son, If you have never gotten a blowjob from a superior office, then you’re just letting the best in life pass you by. Me…Im gonna have to wait until they vote some gal into the White House.
But I do like the Navy. When we travel to war, they give us a ride
Caffie: Do you have some kind of jurisdiction here i should know about?
Gallaway: My job is to make sure you do your job. I’m special council for internall affairs…so my ‘jurisdiction’ is pretty much in your face!
Code Red
Col. Jessep:Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
Col. Jessep:There is nothing on this earth sexier, believe me, gentlemen, than a woman you have to salute in the morning. Promote ’em all, I say, ’cause this is true: if you haven’t gotten a blowjob from a superior officer, well, you’re just letting the best in life pass you by.
Col. Jessep:You see Danny, I can deal with the bullets, and the bombs, and the blood. I don’t want money, and I don’t want medals. What I do want is for you to stand there in that faggoty white uniform and with your Harvard mouth extend me some fucking courtesy. You gotta ask me nicely.
Col. What does U.S.M.C. stand for? Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children? NO! It’s for U Suck My Cock! You’ve missed with the wrong Marine!
Colonol Nathan R. Jessup, Commanding Officer Marine Ground Troups Guantanomo Bay Cuba.
Commander Stone is an internist, not a criminalist. The medical facts here are ultimately inconclusive.
Danny: I’m just gonna need a copy of Santiago’s transfer order. Jessup: What’s that? Danny: Santiago’s transfer order-I’m gonna need a copy for the file. Jessup: Sure, Lt. Kentrich will take you over and then you can get all the copies of all the transfer orders you want. I’m here to help in the investigation in any way I can. You believe that, right Danny? Danny: Sir. Jessup: But first you’re gonna have to ask me nicely. You see, I can deal with the bombs and the bodies and the blood. I don’t want medals and I don’t want money. But what I do want is for you to stand there in your faggoty white uniform and with your Harvard mouth extend me some fucking courtesy! Ya gotta ask me nicely, Danny! Danny: Sir, if it’s not too much trouble, I’d like a copy of the transfer order. Jessup: No problem.
DID YOU ORDER THE CODE RED?!!
Do I make myself clear? Crystal.
Don’t call me ‘Son’. I’m an officer in the United States Navy. And you’re under arrest, you son of a bitch.
Don’t ever question my orders in front of another officer.
don’t i feel like the fucking asshole?
Don’t say ‘sir,’ like I just asked if you cleaned the latrine!
Don’t wear that perfume in court, it ruins my concentration.
Forget the flight!
Galliway: Caffie are you drunk?
Caffie: Yea…pretty much
Galliway: I’m going to go make coffee
Caffie: Did you hear that? She’s going to go make coffee…that’s nice
Get me the President on the phone. We’re surrendering our position in Cuba.
got any kung-po chicken?
He does think better with that bat.
He was pronounced dead at 37 minutes past midnight.
I am not proud of what I did or what I am doing.
I believe in Jesus Christ and because I do I can say this: Santiago died because he had no honor. He died because he had no code. And God was watching.
I can stand the bullets, the bombs, and the blood. I don’t want money and i don’t want metals. But what I do want is for you to stand there in that faggot white uniforme and with your Harvord mouth extend me some freakin’ curtasy!
I did my job. I’d do it again.
I eat breakfast 300 yards from 4,000 cubans who are trained to kill me so don’t think for one second that you can come down here, flash your badge and make me nervous.
I felt his life might be in danger if word of the letter got out.
Grave danger?
Is there another kind?
I guess someone missed the class where they taught Law, in Law School!!
I have to eat brealfast three hundred yeards away from 4,000 guards who are trained to kill me!
I have two books on my bedside Lieutenant: The Marine Corps Code of Conduct and the King James Bible. The only proper authorities I am aware of are my commanding officer Colonel Nathan R. Jessup and the Lord our God.
I represent the government of the United States without passion or prejudice.
I strenuously object? Is that how it’s done? Hm? Objection, your Honor! Overruled. No, no. I STRENUOUSLY object. Oh! You strenuously object. Then I’ll take some time and reconsider.
I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to use the ‘liar, liar, pants on fire’ defense.
I was just gonna tell you to wear matching socks.
I was told that they needed a few good men who could handle the air up there.
I’d pick you any day of the week and twice on Sunday.
I’m a fair guy but this fucking heat is making me crazy
I’M GOING TO RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND PUKE IN YOUR SKULL! YOU’VE MESSED WITH THE WRONG MARINE!
I’m gonna rip out your eyeballs and piss in your dead skull. You fucked with the wrong marine!
I’m not your son. I’m a lawyer and an officer in the united states navy. and your under arrest you sorry son of a bitch.
I’m rip your eyes right out of your head and piss in your dead skull. You fucked with the wrong marine.
I’m sorry I lost your set of steak knives.
I’m telling you if you keep your eyes on the ball your chances of catching it go up by a factor of ten
Is the colonel’s underwear a matter of national security?
It doesn’t matter what I believe, it only matters what I can prove!
It doesn’t matter what I believe, it only matters what I can prove. So please, don’t tell me what I know and don’t know, I know the law!!
It doesn’t matter what I believe it only matters what I can prove
It had to be Professor Plum in the library with a candlestick.
It’s because it was what they were ordered to do.
It’s my opinion that if this case is handled in the same slick-ass, Persian bazaar, fast food manner with which you seem to handle everything else, it’s my opinion that something would be missed. And I wouldn’t be doing my job if I let Dawson and Downey spent any more time in prison than absolutely necessary because their lawyer had predetermined the path of least resistance.
Jefferson v. Madison County School District.
Jessep: You want answers? Kaffee: I think i’m entitled to them! Jessep: You want answers?! Kaffee: I want the truth! Jessep: You can’t handle the truth! Son we live in world the has walls and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You?! You, Lt. Wineburg?! I have a greater responsability than you can posibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines! You have that luxury! You have the luxury of not knowing what I know; that Santiago’s death while tragic probably saved lives and my existance while grotesqu and incomprehensable to you, saves lives! You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall! You need me on that wall! We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something! You use them as a punchline! I have neither the time, nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide and then questions the matter in which I provide it! I would rather you just said Thank you and went on your way, otherwise I suggest you pick up a weapon and post, either way I don’t give a damn what you think you are intitled to! Kaffee: Did you order the code red? Jessep: I did the job I– Kaffee: DID YOU ORDER THE CODE RED?? Jessep: YOU’RE GO—MN RIGHT I DID!!!
Jesus fucking Christ!!!
just go straight down pennsylvania ave. its the big white house with pillars in front. i don’t think you’ll have much luck though. i was requested by division, remember? so well i admire your intentions and appreciate your enthusiasm, i think i can handle things myself
Kaffee: Colonel Jessup, did you order the Code Red?
Galloway: Listen, Caffie I-
Kaffee: AAA! I’m sorry, you’re time’s up, and what do we have for the losers judge? Well, for our defendants, it’s a lifetime in exotic Fort Leavenworth and, for defense counsel Kaffee, that’s right, it’s a court martial, yes Johnny! After falsly accusing a highly decorated Marine officer of conspiracy and perjury, Lt. Caffie will have a long a prosperous career teaching…typewriter maintenance at the Rocko Club School for women. Thank you for playing ‘Should We or Should We Not, Follow the Advice of the Galactically Stupid?’
Kaffee: Cpl. Barnes, turn to the page in this book that tells me how to get to the mess hall.
Cpl. Barnes: Lt. Kaffee, that’s not in the book, sir.
Kaffee: You mean the whole time you’ve been at Gitmo, you’ve never had a meal?
Cpl. Barnes: No, sir. Three squares a day, sir.
Kaffee: Then how did you find the mess hall if it wasn’t in this book?
Cpl. Barnes: Well, sir, like everybody else, I just followed the crowd at chow time, sir.
Kaffee: No further questions.
Lieutenant, I have two books by my bedside, the Marine Corps Code of Conduct and the King James Bible. The only proper authorties I know are my commanding officer Nathan R. Jessup and the Lord our God.
Lt Kaffee:You and Dawson, you both live in the same dreamworld. It doesn’t matter what I believe. It only matters what I can prove! So please, don’t tell me what I know, or don’t know; I know the LAW!
Lt. Cdr. Galloway: You know nothing about the law. You’re a used-car salesman, Daniel. You’re an ambulance chaser with a rank. You’re nothing. Live with that.
Lt. Cdr. Galloway:Why do you hate them so much?
Lt. Weinberg: They beat up on a weakling, and that’s all they did. The rest is just smokefilled coffee-house crap. They tortured and tormented a weaker kid. They didn’t like him. So, they killed him. And why? Because he couldn’t run very fast.
Maybe if we work at it we can get Dawson charged with the Kennedy
assassination.
My clearance code is 411527273.
My father always said a jury trial is not just about the law. It’s
about assigning blame.
My job is to make sure that you do your job.
Next Time You See Me.
No deal. We’re going to court.
No further questions.
No, I like you Navy boys. Every time we go someplace to fight, you fellas give us a ride.
Nobody likes her very much
Nobody likes her very much.
Yes sir.
Nobody likes her very much.
Now it doesn’t matter wehther she gets this award or not, it doesn’t matter whether I’m on this inquiry, itdoesn’t matter whether I’m in this Army or not. I’m gonna find out the truth, I guarantee you that.
Now. Are these really the questions I was called here to answer? Phone calls and footlockers? Please tell me you have something more lieutenant. These two Marines are on trail for their lives. Please tell me their lawyer hasn’t pinned their hopes to a phone bill.
Oh I’m sorry, you were sick the day they taught law at law school. It doesn’t matter what I BELIEVE, it only matters what I can PROVE. So don’t tell me what I know and don’t know. I KNOW THE LAW!
Oh that’s a relief. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to use the liar, liar pants on fire defense.
oh, now i get it. it was professor plum, in the library, with the candlestick.
OK. But you gotta ask me nicely…
Roll the dice and take your chances.
Santiago died at 1:00 a.m.
Santiago is dead, and that is a tragedy. But he is dead because he had no honor, he is dead because he had no code, and God was watchin.
See you in court, counselor.
She’s gonna make coffee. That’s nice.
Should we or should we NOT follow the advice of the galactically stupid?
Show me in the regulations where the Mess Hall is.
So this is what a courtroom looks like.
Someone hasn’t been working and playing well with others, Harold.
Son, we live in a world that has walls and those walls need to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and curse the Marines; you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives and that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.
You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use then as the backbone of a life trying to defend something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said ‘thank you,’ and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to
Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have
to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You?
You, Lt. Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than
you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you
curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the
luxury of not knowing what I know: That Santiago’s death,
while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while
grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.
You don’t want the truth. Because deep down, in places you
don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You
Need me on that wall.
We use words like honor, code, loyalty…we use these words
as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You
use ’em as a punchline.
I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself
to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very
freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I
provide it. I’d prefer you just said thank you and went on
your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and
stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you
think you’re entitled to.
Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: That Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives…You don’t want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall…you need me there. We use words like honor, code, loyalty…we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use ’em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it. I’d prefer you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you’re entitled to.
Son, we live in a world with walls. Those walls need to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? You don’t want the truth ’cause deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall; you need me on that wall!
Sweet dreams, son.
Take caution in your tone commander, I’m a fair guy (beat), but this fucking heat is driving me crazy. You want to ask me about code reds, on the record, I tell you I discourage the practice in accordance with the commanders directive. Off the record, I tell you it’s an invaluable part of close infantry training and if it happens to go on without my knowledge, so be it. I run my unit how I run my unit. You want to investigate me, roll the dice and take your chances. I eat breakfast 300 yard from 4000 cubans that are trained to kill me, so don’t think for one second you can come down here, flash a badge and make me nervous.
Take your seat colonel.
What do you want to discuss now, my favorite color?
TENHUT!!!! Ders un officer on deck.
Thank you for playing Should We Or Should We Not Follow The Advice Of The Galatically STUPID?!!!
Thank you for playing: should we, or should we not follow the advice of the galactically STUPID?
That’s the plan? Yeah. And how are we going to do that? No idea.
The only thing I have to eat is yoohoo and cocoa puffs, so if you want anything else, bring it with you.
THE TRUTH! What the hell does the truth have to do with anything? We are Lawyers and this is a countroom.
The witness is excused.
They tortured and tormented a weaker kid. They didn’t like him so they killed him. And why? Because he couldn’t run very fast.
This court martial is adjourned.
This isn’t TWA. There isn’t a regular flight schedule.
trials are about assigning blame
trivialize the significant and obfuscate the obvious
truth
Unit, Corps, God, Country.
Walk softly and carry an armored tank division, I always say.
We have softball teams and marching bands. They live in a place where you have to wear camoflouge or you might get shot!
We were supposed to fight for people who couldn’t fight for themselves. We were supposed to fight for Willie.
Welcome to the big time.
Well, it ain’t over until the fat lady sings.
What do you want? Do you want answers?
I think I’m entitled?
You want answers?
I want the Truth!
You can’t handle the truth. We live in a world that has walls and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You lieutenant Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives, and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties. You want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as a backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punch line. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the very blanket of freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
Did you order the code red?
I did the job.
Did you order the code red?
You’re God damn right I did!
What does that mean?
Whatever happened to saluting an officer when he leaves the room?
Where’s he going with this?
Where’s my bat? I always think better with my bat.
Why do you like them so much? Because they stand on a wall and they say ‘Nothing’s gonna hurt you tonight….Not on my watch.’
Wow commander, I’m sexually aroused!
Wow! I’m sexually aroused commander!
Yeah, well, apparently he’s not too happy down here at Shangri-La, ’cause he’s written letters to everyone but Santa Claus asking to be transfered.
You are a lousy fucking softball player, Jack!
YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TROUTH
you can’t handle the truth!
You can’t handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You?! You Lieutenant Weinberg?! I have a greater resposibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existance, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties you want me on that wall, you NEED me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline! I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you said ‘thank you’and went on your way. Otherwise I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to!
YOU CAN’T WEIGH A DOLLAR ON A DIME
You don’t need a patch on your arm to have honor.
you fucked with the wrong marine!
you see danny, i can handle the bullets, the bombs, and the blood. I don’t want money and I don’t want medals. What i do want is for you to stand there in that faggotty white uniform, and with your harvard mouth… extend me some fucking courtesty. You gotta ask me nicely!
You want answers?
I think I’m entitled.
You want answers?!
I want the truth!
You can’t handle the truth!
You want answers? I want the truth! YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH! Son we live in a world that has walls and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury of not knowing what I do—that Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives! You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall! We use words like honor, code, and loyalty. We use these words as a backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punch line. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you’re entitled to!
You want to know the truth, well you can’t handle the truth.
YOU’RE GODDAMN RIGHT I DID!!
You’re gonna go blind on paperwork because my clinet bought and smoked a dime bag of oregano.
You’re such a coward, i cant believe they let you wear a uniform.
Your boys are going down, Danny….I can’t stop it anymore.
Your honor, if it would please the court, is there a question in our future?
Your objection is noted.
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