Spencer: Now boys, the purpose of the Louisiana National Guard is to keep you darker boys away from decent Southern women, but in the spirit of the New South, I have made full arrangements.
Cpl. 'Coach' Bowden: Caspar! Comes a time when you have to abandon principles and do what's right.
Sgt. Casper: Son of a bitch! You could've busted his jaw.
Simms: That's right.
Sgt. Casper: We want him to talk.
Cpl. Lonnie Reece: You almost knocked his mouth straight down to his ass.
Sgt. Casper: Jesus Christ, Simms! We've got to interrogate the man. Now how the hell is he gonna talk to us if you're gonna break his fuckin' jaw?
Simms: That's his fuckin' problem.
Spencer: Here's your ammo... blade to the throat, huh, that how they do these things in El Paso?
Hardin: Yeah, that's how they do things where I grew up.
Spencer: Thought you're some kind of chemical engineer.
Hardin: I am, and I'm out of the habit of spending time with a bunch of gun-totin' rednecks.
Spencer: Well, you know how it is, down here in Louisiana, we don't carry guns, we carry ropes, RC colas and moon pies, we're not too smart, but we have a real good time.
Hardin: A truck! A fuckin' truck.
Spencer: How long you been married?
Hardin: Five years.
Spencer: Happily?
Hardin: Yeah. I like her, she's got a good sense of humor. Why do you ask?
Spencer: Well, I just figured if I get out of here alive and you don't, I might look her up.
Hardin: Hey, I said she has a good sense of humor. I don't.
Hardin: I got news for you. He's nuts. I mean really fuckin' nuts.
Hardin: Four of them with automatic weapons against some swamp rat. I make it even money.
Spencer: It's all set. Noleen and her bayou queens. Just a little something for morale. And let me add, Sergeant, that these women are expecting some, uh, small unit military penetration.
Cpl. 'Coach' Bowden: Well, I do what I do.
