Biloxi Blues
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:38:11
Cease fire! Cease fire!
:38:18
- How'd I do, Sergeant?
- I can't tell. Your bullets aren't down.

:38:21
This is pointless. I'll take prisoners,
but I won't shoot human beings.

:38:26
Shut up, Arnold.
They'll paste the targets on our faces.

:38:29
Helluva score, Wykowski.
Where'd you learn to shoot?

:38:31
- Back home.
- Probably killed his whole family.

:38:35
- What was that, Jerome?
- I was just admiring his skill.

:38:45
Jesus.
:38:48
- In some kind of trouble there, Jerome?
- It's not me, Sergeant. It's the gun.

:38:54
Epstein, reassemble Jerome's weapon.
:38:58
Jesus Christ!
:39:01
Deep shit, Epstein.
:39:04
How deep in the shit
would you say he was in, Jerome?

:39:08
About up to here.
:39:18
Arnold Epstein always took
his punishment without complaint.

:39:21
More and more I wanted to be his friend
because he never seemed to need one.

:39:27
Could I have less shells
in my eggs this morning?

:39:33
Thank you.
:39:36
Whoo-hoo!
:39:38
48-hour pass. I'm gonna eat spaghetti
with clam sauce for two days.

:39:43
In Mississippi
they make spaghetti with cotton.

:39:46
We are set, guys.
I got the address of a place.

:39:49
Yeah, what kind of place?
:39:51
You wouldn't like it, Hennesey.
They don't have families there.

:39:55
- Son of a bitch!
- What's wrong?

:39:57
Hey! Somebody broke into my footlocker
last night. They emptied my wallet.


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