Heartbreak Ridge Quotes

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"Highway: My name's Gunnery Sergeant Highway and I've drunk more beer and banged more quiff and pissed more blood and stomped more ass that all of you numbnuts put together. Now Major Powers has put me in charge of this reconisence platoon.
Lance Corporal Fragatti: We take care of ourselves.
Highway: You couldn't take care of a wet dream. God loves you.
Collins: I know that!
Highway: You men do not impress me!
Profile: Recon platoon kicks butt.
Highway: [grabs Profile by the nose] If you ladies think that you can slip and slide just because your last sergeant was a pussy, well queer bait, you're going to start acting like Marines right now!
Lance Corporal Fragatti: Who invited ya!
Highway: I'm not doing this because I want to take long showers with you assholes and I don't want to get my head shot off in some far away land because you don't habla, comprende?
Aponte: Ruh!
Highway: You?
Quinones: Yes, Gunney.
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: [singing] And you really look so fine and you've got that big behind.
Highway: [sees Jones] Well, well, well, well. I'm here to tell you that life as you knew it has ended. You all may as well go into town tonight. You may as well laugh and make fools out of yourselves. Rub your pathetic little peckers against your honies or stick it in a knothole in the fence but whatever it is, get rid of it. Because at 0600 tomorrow your ass is mine.
[to Jones]
Highway: Where's your bunk.
Highway: [walking toward the barracks holding Jones by the ear] Where is it?
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Where's what, man?
Highway: The money for my ticket.
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Hey, no need to resort to unnecessary violence. I was a little down on the money, you know, but I got a little money for you right here. But that's all I got.
[hands Highway some cash]
Highway: And the meal.
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: The meal.
Highway: Yeah, the meal.
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Ok, I got a little more for you here but that's definitely all I got.
Highway: And the tip.
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: No, man, that's really it that's all I got.
Highway: You owe me.
[rips Jones' earring off]
Highway: Now it's my will against yours and you will lose. So don't forget, 0600. That's six o'clock in the morning for those of you who don't habla."
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"Highway: Drop your cocks and grab your socks! Off your ass and on your feet. Let's move. Knees to the breeze in 5 minutes.
Profile: It's Goddam 5 o'clock. You said six!
Highway: So I lied. So I can't tell time. So maybe some communist bastard's going to make an appointment pop you a new asshole in your forehead. You're Marines now. You adapt. You overcome. You improvise. Let's move. Four minutes!
Highway: [in the head] We move swift. We move silent. We move deadly. Only one shake of those wangs ladies. Anymore than that consitutes pleasure and we're not in that business. Sleep well, Mr. Jones?
Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: This is a nightmare. A freakin' nightmare. Wake me up, Mama, please!
Marine: [outside the barracks] The platoon is formed for PT, Gunny.
Highway: Take your post. The Marines are looking for a few good men. Unfortunately you ain't it. We will blaze a path into battle for others to follow. Surrender is not in our creed. Let me here you say that.
Lance Corporal Fragatti, Aponte, Profile, Quinones, Collins, Marine, Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: [mumbling] Surrender is not in our creed.
Highway: Louder or the next time you leave this base for R&R you'll be collecting your pensions.
Lance Corporal Fragatti, Aponte, Profile, Quinones, Collins, Marine: Surrender is not in our creed!
Highway: Louder!
Lance Corporal Fragatti, Aponte, Profile, Quinones, Collins, Marine, Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: SURRENDER IS NOT IN OUR CREED!
Highway: Oo-rah. Strip off those t-shirts.
Lance Corporal Fragatti: Huh?
Highway: You'll all wear the same t-shirt or not at all.
[Platoon takes off shirts. Highway approaches Fragatti]
Highway: What's your name, Marine?
Lance Corporal Fragatti: Lance Corporal Fragatti, Gunny.
Highway: [takes off Fragatti's sunglasses and steps on them] Well, you shouldn't litter Fag-eddi. It's ecologically unsound.
[moves down the line]
Highway: What's your name?
Aponte: Aponte.
Highway: Your's?
Profile: Profile.
Highway: Your's?
Quinones: Quinoes.
Highway: Your's?
Collins: Collins!
Highway: Alright, Colitis, Cahones, Profilatics, Ajax. You boys are handsome. You ladies look like models. In fact I want your hair high and tight by tomorrow morning. When you start looking like Marines you'll start feeling like Marines and then, Goddamn it, you'll start acting like Marines. Platoon, ten-hut! Right face! Forward march!"
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"Choozoo: Hey crotch rot! You gonna slurp my lifer's juice out of my own cup?
Highway: Yeah, I guess I should have gotten shots before hand.
Choozoo: If your brain was half as smart as your mouth, skunk stool, you'd be a frickin' twenty star general by now.
Choozoo: And if I were half as ugly as your, Sergeant Major, I'd be a poster boy for a profilactic.
Choozoo: Still a mean and nasty bastard! Goddamn! Good to see you, Tom. Back where you belong!
Highway: Easy now, or everyone's gonna thing I'm spoken for.
Choozoo: [seeing the major in the doorway] Ten-hut! Morning, sir!
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: Sergeant Major.
Choozoo: Coffee, sir?
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: Negative.
Highway: Gunnery Sergeant Thomas Highway, reporting for duty, sir.
[Major Powers turns and walks away]
Choozoo: That operations officer's fart hole's sewed so tight he shits out of his mouth.
Highway: Academy?
Choozoo: Big time football hero.
Highway: When am I ever going to get a break?
Choozoo: Never.
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: Sergeant Major!
Choozoo: Sir!
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: Bring in Gunnery Sergeant Highway.
[looking at Highway's file]
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: Been in a long time.
Highway: I've felt some heat, sir.
Choozoo: Korea. Dominican. Three tours in 'Nam. Hell, this old ass in the grass bulldog's carrying around so much shrapnel he can't pass through an airport metal detector.
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: I haven't as yet had the privelige of combat. I've recently come over from supply and logistics.
Choozoo: An unappreciated field of endevour, sir.
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: Quite. My record of achievement thus far as been exemplary. I fully intend for that to continue.
Highway: Sir?"
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