Begonya Plaza

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?

Judge Zane: Thank you for your testimony, Officer Reese. Sergeant Highway, drunk and disorderly. Fighting in a public establishment. Urinating on a police vehicle?

Highway: Well, it seemed like the thing to do, sir.

Judge Zane: Just because there's no war going on does not give you the right to start one every time you get drunk. Now I'm taking into account your excellent military record and your commitment to the security of this great nation. But this is your last chance. One hundred dollar fine. Next!

Highway: [as he's leaving the courtroom] Your nightstick file for divorce, Reese?

Reese: [outside the courtroom] Who the hell do you think you are? Pissin' on my squad car. You think you can break our rules and then just walk away? Or are we supposed to wet our pants over your dress blues and your Goddamn colored ribbons. Take a look at that file of yours sometime, hero. Check the dates. It's ancient fucking history. You know, one of these Saturday nights you're going to be puking blood in some alley and you're going to look up and see me standing there. Then we'll see.

Highway: Keep dreaming, shit ball.

Reese: You're gonna pay full price rummy. I don't believe in no serviceman's discounts.

Highway: Too bad, your old lady does.