:18:00
-You're just too stupid to realize it.
-Okay then, Sunday school.
:18:04
You're such a goddamn saint,
give Cantwell your target.
:18:08
-I'll give him yours.
-You take that and I'll--
:18:11
Jesus H. Christ, what's
the purpose of this clusterfuck?
:18:14
-Wilson switched targets with Cantwell.
-That's true.
:18:18
-That's bullshit.
-Lie down.
:18:19
-Permission to--
-Now, shitbird!
:18:21
Yes, sergeant.
:18:23
You know why this man's on the ground?
Because he's dead!
:18:27
He's dead.
:18:29
And you can't bury him.
Do you know why?
:18:32
-Why, sarge?
SGT. THOMAS: Because you're dead too!
:18:34
You're all dead. . .
:18:36
. . .because you don't know how
to fire weapons on semiautomatic.
:18:40
Or how to hit Charlie
with short bursts. . .
:18:42
. . .so your goddamn barrels
don't overheat.
:18:45
And because this shitbag
can't hit his fucking target.
:18:49
Any questions?
:18:50
SOLDIERS: No, sergeant.
-I got a question.
:18:52
If I'm dead, how come
I can ask you a question?
:18:56
I know exactly what you're doing,
you pissant fairy.
:19:00
I want you. . .
:19:03
. . .and your two girlfriends here. . .
:19:05
. . .to report to the mess sergeant
after chow tonight.
:19:09
Get up, Lazarus.
:19:10
You're resurrected.
:19:13
(KICKS WILSON)
:19:14
Get up.
:19:16
Cantwell.
:19:34
You're getting a lot less funny, Bozz.
:19:37
There's some big old
moon shining down.
:19:40
Reminds you what this
world is all about.
:19:43
-What, peeling potatoes?
-It's good you talk so slow, Cantwell.
:19:46
Paxton there is taking notes.
:19:48
Maybe he'll put you in a book.
:19:50
Another one of his hokey characters:
the bumpkin saint.
:19:54
I don't rightly know
what you're talking about.
:19:57
I don't read much.