Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mom leaving our house this past week
I hope you don't get that laundry gig. I hope Manny get it.
Get back here, you gutless shit!
HAROLD: Doc, he's hit, too. JUNIOR: Taylor's hit!
Two-five-two actual. Move it out. Six says we're jamming them up back there. Over.
Live up to what Grandpa did in the first war, and Dad did in the second.
Tony,
BARNES ON RADIO: Bravo Two, Bravo Two-Five.
I can't believe we're fighting each other when we should be fighting them.
HAROLD: Doc, over here. Gardner's hit!
Talkin to my crew before GPGT.
Hey, cheese dick: You're up
Don’t leave nothing for the newjacks
YOu are one simple son of a bitch
They're poor. They're the unwanted.
She'd probably cut my balls off if she had the chance.
Puta Política
I gotta run.
Blow the weapons in place! Round up all suspected VC and shake it up!
Get a move on, boy!
All right, motherfucker!
Here, take this.
The NVA out of here have been spotted in the village half a klick down the river.
not far from the village.
No justice, right?
BUNNY: Hey, Sarge, let us in on this, all right?
We got...
and all the good times we done had right in here?
Take the Pain!
Watch out! Rockets!
Xin loi, buddy.
Man, they were just here.
He would set things right again.
You see, y'all be trying to keep the black man down
And I ain't gonna allow that
This one legged motherfucker died So you could have Queso Fresco on your salad
Tell Mom and Dad I...
the way you shoot up that shit all the time.
Yeah.
Morning Lt.
Can she handle
This shit is really getting out of hand, man. It's going way out of control.
Hey, Taylor. How in the fuck you get here anyway?
We been kicking other people’s asses for so long, I figure it’s time we got ours kicked.
Ants. I got ants all over my neck.
Fine, man. Just fine. Hey, dig it.
Bob, I got a bad feeling on this one.
So why is that nobody is really enjoying this World Cup
and Charlie Company had been probed that night.
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- Jesus fucking Christ! My arm! - Easy, Tex! Easy, boy!
Listen to that, that’s a bad jam.
Always have... Always will
To Sam on phone discussing the move to Tulsa
They ain't even waiting till later. It's fucking coming now, man. Right fucking now.
It ain't G-O-N,.... it's G-G-U-N.
Let’s do the whole fucking village!
camp around 4:00 or 5:00, dig a foxhole, eat.
My Last Clck Bootlip
You got no proof, man.
Let's go, Junior. Bring them in.
I have to tell you, that's precisely what I saw.
God damn it, Elias, don't mess with my pig.
dying.
Wenn elias wieder allen seinen cock zeigt
Right on. I go with that.
Wrong? You ain't never been right about nothing!
If there's a heaven, and God I hope there is,
What a fucking bummer.
What do you all know about death?
who's filling in for ritoo? arena.
Goodbye Muther Fuckers!!!
We get up at 5:00 a.m., hump all day,
WHATTA YA THERE THERE, LT?
Goodbye black eyed peas
Although I might be laughing loud and hearty
Charlie had claymores strung up in the trees.
FSR’s getting sent to RAK
You'll go dinky down in LBJ, man.
in case they try to flank us.
but next time you check with me first, all right?
Get out of the fucking hole! They're gonna blow it!
That's the way the gook laughs.
Killer doug
This cocksucker's got every card in the deck.
- Says he was hit in a bombing raid. - He's a dink for sure.
the poor always being fucked over by the rich.
Where's that goddamn air strike?
Death?
Cambodia? Man, you kidding me.
It's okay.
- Yes, sir. - BARNES: Yes, sir.
We have some people down here.
The only worry you got is dying.
Shut up! Shut up and take the pain! Take the pain!
What you been smoking, Junior?
Hey, but don't you worry, Bunny, 'cause you's a killer anyway, man.
happy B-Day KK!!
carry Gardner.
You're humping too much stuff, troop.
Doc.
and she's likely to shove it right back up your ass with a candle on it.
Everybody got to die sometime, Red.
Cause it's class, man, class.
says they had every fucking foxhole here fixed on it.
This fella's not gonna make it.
Look, case anything happens to you, you get lost or separated,
You lie! No, you lie! You VC!
be a fake human being.
Ain't no need or time for a courtroom out here.
Sgt Barnes Reality
- Kiss my ass. I never thought I'd get hit. - It's a lung, babe.