Johnson: You know what your problem is Wilson? You need to listen for the pop.
Wilson: Whoa, whoa. What's "the pop", Johnson?
Johnson: That's the sound you're gonna make when your head comes out of your ass for the first time.
Miter: You know what I am Bozz? I'm a butcher.
Bozz: Yeah, we all butchers, Miter.
Miter: No, I'm a real butcher.
Bozz: Shit, you haven't killed anyone yet.
Miter: God damn it, Bozz, I mean a real butcher. Back home I cut meat.
Bozz: Jim just shut the fuck up! This is - I know what I'm doin' here.
Bozz: Is this a trick? You tryin' to make me a hero, or somethin'?
SFC Ezra Landers: Nope.
Bozz: I don't like the rehearsals, so I'm gonna skip the show.
Private: Sarge, you got any advice on how to stay alive in Vietnam?
Sergeant Cota: Yes, I do, Private. Don't go.
Bozz: Courage is when you're the only guy who knows how shit-scared you really are.
Bozz: Just because you wear those sergeant's stripes don't mean you ain't gonna die.
Bozz: What else they gonna do? Send us to Viet-Fucking-Nam? Too late for that shit.
Cantwell: Doesn't it strike you what that means? How each one of us is a little bit of everything, and everything is shit.
Bozz: If I told you there was a bunch of people around here who could get us to Mexico, away from the war, would you go?
Paxton: No... no I wouldn't. I enlisted, so there is a place for me... and if I don't go, somebody is gonna take that place. And if they die, they're dying for me.
Bozz: Hey let's not become friends, Jim. You could be dead tomorrow and I'd miss you too much.
Sergeant Cota: Private Wilson! Private fucking Wilson! Private Wilson, look at me, goddammit. Look at me! You will place your weapon on safe, you will raise your weapon above your fucking head or I will blow your fucking brains out.
Bozz: My friend here wants to go for the experience, Sergent. Says he ain't scared.
Sergeant Cota: Good luck, Private. You ask me, I'll stick with the smart and the scared.
