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.
Hardin:
Four of them with automatic weapons against some swamp rat. I make it even money.
Simms:
Why are we following this dumb bastard?
Stuckey:
Because he's got stripes.
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.
Cpl. 'Coach' Bowden:
Well, I do what I do.
Staff Sgt. Crawford Poole:
[
when they first meet] So, Hardin, how do you like being in the Louisiana Guard?
Hardin:
[
flat] I don't. But then I didn't much like being in the Texas Guard, either.
Staff Sgt. Crawford Poole:
...Well, not liking the Texas Guard makes sense. Not liking the LOUISIANA Guard can get you in trouble with me. You got that?
Cajun Trapper:
I ain't gonna kill y'all if I don't got ta... you got a bayou over dere... take it... stay to the west side... you're gonna find a road about a mile up dere.
Hardin:
Do you mind tellin' us what the Hell this is all about?
Cajun Trapper:
It real simple... we live back in here... dis is our home, and nobody don't fuck with us.
Hardin:
[
pointing at Bowden, who is hanging dead from a tree] What about HIM?
Cajun Trapper:
What about 'im?
Hardin:
Did he do it to himself or did your friends help him out?
Cajun Trapper:
[
fires shot at Hardin's feet] Now, if I was you all, I'd quit askin' questions and haul ass... 'cause my buddies... dey not nice like me.
Hardin:
Are we supposed to say thanks?
Cajun Trapper:
You not supposed to say nuttin'... soldier.
Hardin:
I got news for you. He's nuts. I mean really fuckin' nuts.
Cpl. Lonnie Reece:
Voulez vous fuck me!
Spencer:
And what'd you paint the cross on your chest for?
Cpl. 'Coach' Bowden:
That's part of the joke.
Spencer:
What joke?
Cpl. 'Coach' Bowden:
It's a corporal joke, private.
Sgt. Casper:
Oh what the hell Bowden, you dumb son of a bitch, you just blew up all the supplies we captured, all the guns, the ammo, the food...
Cpl. 'Coach' Bowden:
Caspar! Comes a time when you have to abandon principles and do what's right.
Cajun Trapper:
Kill him! Kill him!
Spencer:
Smokes made it through the water, huh?
Hardin:
Yeah, saved a pack. Lucky, huh?
Sgt. Casper:
[
looking at a map, obviously puzzled] There's supposed to be a river here.
Spencer:
Them ecology boys must've moved it.
Simms:
[
crying] I didn't do anything wrong... I'm not supposed to be here... I'm not supposed to be here!
[
gets shot in the chest]
Spencer:
[
Hardin and Spencer are trying to find a way out of the woods] Maybe we should call the National Guard?
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.
Cpl. Lonnie Reece:
Like steel pussies
[
pointing to bear traps]
Pfc. Tyrone Cribbs:
What kind of women you been hanging around with?
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