:43:00
You can't do this.
You ain't got the rights.
:43:02
Bleeding-heart son of a bitch.
It ain't your army. Hear me?
:43:06
Sit the fuck down at your
dumb card table, punk.
:43:09
JOHNSON:
Hey, fellas. Hey!
:43:11
Look, all I know is that no one's
talked to me like that. . .
:43:15
. . .since I got in this goddamned
green mean machine.
:43:19
SOLDIER: Damn right.
SOLDIER: I attest to that.
:43:21
So yeah, Bozz.
See what happens, baby.
:43:24
What else they gonna do, send us
to Viet-fucking-Nam?
:43:28
Too late for that.
:43:32
SOLDIER:
Say, Bozz? Can I get a weekend pass?
:43:34
Put your panties away,
your mama's panties.
:43:38
BOZZ: They're your mama's panties.
You ain't been laid in three years.
:43:42
SOLDIER:
Get me off this base, I'll show you!
:43:45
Miter, baby, you gotta lay still.
Gotta lay still, man.
:43:50
Take a deep breath.
:43:53
Take this shit off.
:43:59
You gotta relax.
:44:50
-Shit, you gonna run again?
-Yeah.
:44:52
I hear people in New Orleans
help me get to Mexico.
:44:55
It ain't that easy.
:44:56
Army's got men, their whole job's
to look for you.
:44:59
I don't care.