Operation Warzone

Sgt. Holt:
How'd you guys get in here?

Specialist Hawkins:
We're rats. Tunnel rats.

Cpl. Butler:
Tunnel rats? Christ, now we're running a f***ing zoo around here!

[enraged, Hawkins punches Butler]

Sgt. Holt:
That's enough!

Cpl. Butler:
[to Hawkins] Payback's a b*tch, rat man!

Sgt. Holt:
Put a lid on it, Butler!

Specialist Hawkins:
Hey, why don't you guys go jerk off somewhere else? In five minutes, these tunnels are gonna be cramming with gooks and I don't plan on being their main course!

Sgt. Holt:
[after their fistfight] All right, you gonna level with me and tell me what's going on, or are we gonna dance again?

Specialist Hawkins:
All right! I'll level with you. But first... let me ask you something. How long have you been here in country?

Sgt. Holt:
18 months.

Specialist Hawkins:
And in those 18 months, how many times have you and your men taken a hill, village, or piece of ground only to return it back to the enemy days later?

Sgt. Holt:
So?

Specialist Hawkins:
Don't you get it? They're not gonna let us win. Because if we win, the war stops and if the war stops, the money stops.

[last lines]

Cpl. Butler:
What was that about? What'd he say?

Sgt. Holt:
He gave me the code. The real code.

Cpl. Butler:
Yeah?

Sgt. Holt:
He said we should use it, get the arms shipment... win the war. Can we do it?

Cpl. Butler:
[after a pause] Why the hell not?

Brig. Gen. George Delevane:
[into a phone] Yes? [pause] How can that happen? [pause] Look here, mister... I don't want explanations. I want results! You call Colonel Harker right now and tell him that he has 36 hours to get back on schedule or his command is terminated! Do you understand me? [pause] Good. Keep me informed.

Brig. Gen. George Delevane:
I can assure you gentlemen that everything is under control and you have nothing... absolutely nothing to worry about.

Michaelson:
Don't stroke me, Delevane! This scheme was your idea. My involvment was purely contingent upon your personal abilities to bring this project to a prompt and promptable conclusion within the time frame established by you. And quite frankly, General, I'm beginning to doubt those abilities.

Brig. Gen. George Delevane:
Listen, Mr. Michaelson, I told you that a project of this magnatiude never really reaches its conclusion without some temporary setbacks none of which I might add are unsolvable.

Michaelson's Friend:
General, our clients have nearly 100 million dollars at stake. They're not intrested in temporary setbacks. Only results.

Brig. Gen. George Delevane:
They'll have the results and so will I. Everything will proceed on schedule. You have my word.

Michaelson's Friend:
Remember, General... public officials that go down... go down very, very fast.

Col. Harker:
[after reading a letter from High Command] Damn it! Do you know how embarrassing this is, Corporal? How in the hell did Washington find out about this before I did?

Cpl. Stringer:
Well, sir... I ridley don't know.

Col. Harker:
Never mind! Do I have to go out in the field and find him myself?

Cpl. Stringer:
We're doing our best, sir.

Col. Harker:
Well, your best isn't good enough, Corporal Stringer. I trust you have not forgotten that the very balance of this war depends on the information carried by the General. If that information falls into the wrong hands or even arrives late... everything we worked for is lost.

Cpl. Stringer:
Yes sir. I understand that sir, but...

Col. Harker:
Shut up and listen! You go out in the field and you find the General. I don't care if you have to kill every son-of-a-b*tch in this outfit. You find him and you bring him here to me! You got that?

Cpl. Stringer:
Yes sir.

[first lines]

Sgt. Holt:
Get ready.

[during the firefight with the Viet Cong]

Cpl. Butler:
We're in trouble now! I'm running low on ammo!

Sgt. Holt:
No sh*t! So am I!

[Adams stops firing and begins banging his fist against his M-16 rifle]

Cpl. Adams:
Argh! My f***ing gun is jammed again!

Sgt. Holt:
Hit it harder!

[after a pause, Adams head-butts his M-16, and after testing it by firing a single round in the air, he resumes firing]

Sgt. Holt:
Look, a tunnel!

Cpl. Butler:
Tunnel? No way, I hate tunnels! Tunnels are death traps!

[bullets being ricocheting around them]

Sgt. Holt:
They're all around us! We're going down!

Cpl. Butler:
Oh no no, not me!

Cpl. Adams:
You got a better idea?

Cpl. Butler:
Yeah! Stay alive!

Sgt. Holt:
Good luck!

[Holt and Adams crawl into the tunnel and, after a pause, Butler follows suit]

[after Smitty shoots Adams as he attempts to run away]

Sgt. Holt:
You're a dead man!

Lt. Smitty:
Not quite yet, Sergeant Holt. Not quite yet.