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• Buddusky : If this guy gets pussy out of this, I'm gonna eat my fucking apartment lid, man.

  Mulhall : Aye and I'thou going to start chanting too.

  Meadows : [returns to table with Mulhall and Buddusky] Hey, you guys? Drib your socks and grab your cocks. We're going to a party.

• Buddusky : He don't stand up a gamble in Portsmouth, you know. You know that, don't you? Goddamn grunts, kickin' the shit outta him for eight years... he don't stand a risk.

  Mulhall : I don't desire to hear about it.

  Buddusky : 'Maggot' this, 'maggot' that... Marines are really assholes, y'all know that? It takes a certain kind of a sadistic temperament to exist a Marine.

• Bartender : You try information technology and I'll phone call the shore patrol.

  Buddusky : I am the motherfucking shore patrol, motherfucker! I am the motherfucking shore patrol! Give this man a beer.

  Meadows : I don't want a beer.

  Buddusky : You lot're gonna have a fuckin' beer!

• Meadows : If yous're Cosmic, do you think information technology'south, uh, sacrilegious to chant?

  Buddusky : Did it become y'all laid?

  Meadows : No.

  Buddusky : Then Meadows, what the fuck do you want to go on chanting for?

  Mulhall : Chant your ass off, kid. Simply any pussy you lot get in this globe, you gonna accept to pay for, one way or another.

  Buddusky : Hallelujah!

• [Meadows has just prematurely ejaculated]

  Buddusky : Y'all wanna effort it again, kid?

  Meadows : Yeah.

  Buddusky : [to prostitute] Okay, dearest.

  Mulhall : Don't worry about information technology, kid... enough more where that came from.

  Buddusky : Nosotros got all night, child.

• Buddusky : I time... when I was... Oh Jesus Christ...! A friend of mine was looking for me... and I was up on top of his car and I pissed on his caput... just beingness crazy, you lot know what I mean?

  Mulhall : Don't yous get crazy with me!

• Marine O.D. : [in bathroom at charabanc station] Sailor looks similar he'due south lost something.

  Marine : Probably has trouble finding it with those thirteen buttons.

  Buddusky : If I was a Marine, I wouldn't have to fuck with no thirteen buttons. I'd only accept my hat off.

• Buddusky : Could ya melt the cheese on there for the Primary?

• Mulhall : We'd better take hold of that train.

  Buddusky : Nosotros still got time for a beer.

  Mulhall : At present look a minute, man...

  Meadows : I ain't sometime enough.

  Buddusky : Ain't old enough for what?

  Meadows : For a beer.

  Buddusky : Everybody'south onetime enough for a beer. Ain't that right, Mule?

  Mulhall : Yep.

• Meadows : [looking at porn] Are they really doing that when they take that motion picture?

  Buddusky : [break] Well kid, there's more things in this life than y'all can possibly imagine. I knew a whore once in Wilmington. She had a glass centre... used to take it out and flash people off for a dollar.

• Buddusky : Heineken? Why it'southward the finest beer in the earth! President Kennedy used to drink it!

• Buddusky : [Buddusky's response to a adult female'southward sarcastic remark well-nigh his navy uniform] Yous know what I like most about this uniform? The manner it makes your dick look.

• Buddusky : [listening to Nichiren Shoshu members singing a happy song]

  Buddusky : Why does all of this make me experience and then fucking bad?

• Buddusky : Boy, they really stuck it to ya, didn't they, child! Stick it in and interruption it off. Up your giggy with a wah-wah brush, stick it in an' break information technology off.

• Buddusky : [after about a case of beer] I would like to drink a toast to Batman... Shuperman... and the Human being Torch. AH-HA-HA!

• Buddusky : Welcome to the wonderful world of pussy, child.

• Buddusky : He looks like a goddamn big penguin, don't he?

• Nichiren Shoshu Leader : Welcome to a Nichiren Shoshu word coming together! Tonight throughout the city there are actually - there are hundreds of meetings like this going on, where people are learning about Nam-myoho-renge-kyo and Gohonzon!

  Meadows : [to Buddusky] What'due south a "gohonzon"?

  Buddusky : Shhh. I'll tell ya 'bout it afterward.

• Meadows : Hey, you guys heed if I say somethin'? That guy at the bar, why did y'all get so mad at him? I don't blame him not givin' me a beer.

  Buddusky : Hey, don't you never get mad at nobody?

  Meadows : Well, sure I do, yep.

  Mulhall : Who do you get mad at?

  Meadows : Non at somebody who's doing their job.

  Buddusky : Who, then?

  Meadows : Injustice.

  Buddusky : Bullshit! You never become mad at nobody. Yous're just a pussy!

  Meadows : I do too get mad.

  Mulhall : Did you ever become mad at the old man for what he washed to you?

  Meadows : Well, he was just...

  Buddusky : ...doin' his job. Hey, they're gonna have 8 years outta your life, man.

  Meadows : Vi years. You lot said six!

  Buddusky : Hey, what the fuck difference does it brand? You don't even intendance nearly information technology.

  Mulhall : Come on, Badass, that don't assistance him.

  Buddusky : Fuck help, fuck fair! Fuck injustice! Don't you e'er only wanna fuckin' whomp and stomp on someone, seize with teeth off their ear, but to do information technology...? I hateful but to do it, just to get it out of your organization?

• Mulhall : [At the very end, watching Meadows ice skate in an empty park] He sure is havin' a good fourth dimension.

  Buddusky : And you said he didn't have it in him!

• Meadows : I exercise remember something I got mad at. Something when I was in the brig, a Marine did.

  Buddusky : What happened? Grunts beat y'all up?

  Meadows : Yeah... but that didn't get me mad.

  Buddusky : Well, goddamn it, what *did* go you lot mad?

  Meadows : This Marine guard... he asked me if I believed in Jesus Christ. And I said, "Yeah." And he said that from now on, *he* was Jesus Christ, and I shouldn't ever forget it.

  Buddusky : What did you do? Did you hitting him?

  Meadows : Now can y'all imagine that? That's awful!

  Buddusky : Did you lot common cold-cock him?

  Meadows : He better hope the Chaplain don't catch him at that.

  Mulhall : Shit... most of the Navy Chaplains I know, they want to stand up on the bridge with the old man and look through aviator sunglasses.

  Meadows : Mule... it takes a lot of dedication to exist a Clergyman in the Navy.

  Mulhall : It don't take diddly-shit, human being!

• Buddusky : [Scoffing, after they've left the Nichiren Shoshu discussion meeting] Jesus, huh? What a bunch of processed-asses.

  Mulhall : Ever hear such happy horseshit?

  Buddusky : That one guy was a large human, heh?

  Meadows : Yeah, simply you guys, he sure was a *happy* homo.

• Mulhall : [Mulhall and Buddusky are making small talk, waiting for Meadows who is being serviced past a prostitute] You ever been married?

  Buddusky : Not and then you'd notice.

  Buddusky : [after a break] Yeah... once. A niggling girl in Torrance. You know where that is?

  Mulhall : Huh uh.

  Buddusky : It's near San Pedro on the manner to Final Isle, you know?

  Buddusky : Dottie Dark-brown... She had great tits, and wore angora sweaters all the time. She wanted me to go to trade school and become a Telly repair man. Driving around in all that smog and shit, fixing TVs out of the back of a VW bus.

  Buddusky : [looking depressed] I just couldn't do it.

• Mulhall : I don't know what I woulda' done without the Navy.

  Buddusky : Aye... I gauge we're only a couple of lifers.

  Mulhall : Yeah.

• Young Whore : Look, those are the rules. Doesn't matter if it's 10 hours or 10 seconds.

  Buddusky : Okay, tootsie. We'll stake him to another shot.

• Buddusky : [to the taxi driver, equally they all become into a cab] How they treatin' you, partner?

  Taxi Driver : Fine, sailor. Where to?

  Buddusky : Oh, merely down the road...

  Buddusky : [later on a pause] Well, hell, allow me tell y'all what nosotros really want. You expect honest. I retrieve I can trust you. We're, uh... nosotros're in transit, the three of u.s.a., see? And, uh, well, nosotros could really use the services of a decent whorehouse, know what I mean? One that don't hate 1000.I.south?

  Buddusky : [as the taxi driver remains silent] Sizable tip in information technology for ya'...

  Taxi Driver : Save the tip. I get it at the other end.

  Buddusky : Hey, thank you a lot!

• Buddusky : Have it easy, Meadows, you're makin' Mulhouse hungry.

• Buddusky : Y'know, kid... y'all got a helluva knack for killin' a conversation.

• Mulhall : You ever been married?

  Buddusky : Not so you lot'd notice.

• Meadows : Later on... afterwards... well perchance information technology was an act for her. I mean I know she was a whore. Just I think she liked me.

  Buddusky : They got feelings simply like everybody else, kid; she probably did.

  Meadows : Well, it was real for me. That's what counts.

• Mulhall : [They're in a bar; Buddusky is competing in a darts game for money] Yous gotta' help me get Buddusky outta' hither. He's bettin' with our travel money.

  Meadows : [looks upward at the scoreboard] He's losing, besides.

  Mulhall : Yeah!

  Buddusky : [Buddusky comes dorsum over to their table] Now, don't worry near a thing. I'm hustling this guy, understand? I got him right where I want him.

  Meadows : Well, perchance he's hustling *y'all*?

  Buddusky : Aye, maybe he is, merely, uh, this is not the time to argue well-nigh it, because if I don't win, nosotros don't exit New York, huh? Ha ha ha...

  Mulhall : [looks exasperated, shaking his caput] Xiv years... fourteen motherfucking years.

• Buddusky : They always used to take trouble with my proper noun too. Buddusky. Always wanting to phone call me "Bad Ass." "Bad Ass." I am Bad Ass. Bad Donkey!

• Buddusky : Male child, information technology's colder than witch boob, ain't it?

• Buddusky : Y'all own't leaving D. C. till you lot got a belly full of beer! Come on, child! Jesus Christ! Did yous see that cracker asshole?

• Mulhall : Dirge for something really big.

  Meadows : Well, okay.

  Buddusky : Aye, like how'due south near the 3 of us go laid, huh?

  Meadows : Well, should you chant for something similar that?

  Buddusky : Why the fuck not?

• Buddusky : I'm telling you, Mule, we got it made. All we got to practice is get rid of that silly looking creep there and we got these 3 chicks all to ourselves.

  Mulhall : We have, huh?

  Buddusky : Yeah. Why not?

  Mulhall : Because those 3 chicks would rather fuck each other than come most us, that'south why not.

• Mulhall : We could go see a movie or two.

  Buddusky : We tin can get us a couple of six-packs. Huh?

  Mulhall : Shit, human, we tin even get back to the cathouse if yous desire to.

  Meadows : No. I already did everything i time. That makes that i time stick out. You know - what I mean?

• Mulhall : [They expect confusedly at a big pile of shoes and boots inside the foyer of the Nichiren Shoshu word meeting] Well, what are we gonna' practise?

  Meadows : Take off your shoes.

  Buddusky : [grins at Mulhall] Must exist one of them Jap joints where we gotta' take off all our shoes. Know what I mean?

• Buddusky : They got to requite us all that per diem, regardless. That'due south money for you, for me and for him. Nosotros run this niggling shitbird'due south ass all the mode to the brig, salvage his per diem and ours, dissever it and spend it on the way habitation. You know what I mean?

  Mulhall : Well, permit's shag ass!

  Buddusky : You're goddamn right!

• Mulhall : At to the lowest degree we got a long train ride. Homo, I certain love trains!

  Buddusky : Yep, information technology beats the shit out of sitting upwards in Shit City, don't it?

• Buddusky : Is your give-and-take worth anything?

  Meadows : Sure it is. As expert every bit the next guy's.

  Mulhall : The side by side guy's a prick!

• Buddusky : Cheese melted enough for you?

  Meadows : Sure.

  Buddusky : It own't melted at all. Send it back!

  Meadows : It'southward alright.

  Buddusky : Send the goddamn affair back, Meadows. You're paying for it.

  Meadows : But, it's all correct.

  Buddusky : Meadows, have information technology the way you want it. Waiter! Cook cheese on this for the principal, would you? Thank you. See, Meadows? It's but every bit easy to have information technology the way you want it.

• Buddusky : [to Mulhall] Goddamn, that was bang-up. It was great, wasn't it? It was great. Admit it! Requite me a little of this!

  [big grinning]

  Buddusky : Requite me simply because they call me Shine in here!

• Mulhall : Well, what do you retrieve?

  Buddusky : I think nosotros ought to get the kid laid.

  Mulhall : Laid?

  Buddusky : Ever heard of it?

• Buddusky : I'm giving this girl such a line of horseshit. It is unbelievable! She loves it. She loves it!

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