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- An Officer and a Gentleman (1987) - IMDB # 0084434 - Used version: Wolfpack 2CDs - CD1 length:1:02:27 CD2 length: 1:01:56 - CD1 first line: 1:15,340 Last line: 01:02:27,533 - CD2 first line: 00,137 Last line: 58.45,580 - Created by DonToribio (Subscence.Com moniker) - Honolulu, Hawaii - April 2012
Passengers arriving on Philippine Airlines flight 118,
welcome to Manila International Airport.
Those passengers going on....
Hey.
Hey, kid!
- Are you Zack? - Yes, Sir.
I'm Byron. Nice to meet you.
- Come on, let's get your bags, okay? - Yes, Sir.
Take your jacket off, kid. It's hot as hell here.
This is the PI, it's what we call the Philippine Islands.
Zack, I'm sorry about what happened to your mom.
It must have been pretty rough.
I would have called you a lot sooner, but I was out at sea.
But I've been calling you for four months.
That's what I'm trying to tell you. I was out at sea for four months.
All right, kid. These are your mama-sans, Tiki and Maria.
Hello, Byron.
I want you to meet somebody.
This is my son, Zack. Tiki, say hello.
Zack - Tiki and Maria.
- Hi, Zack. - Hi, Zack.
I'm out at sea three weeks out of every month.
When I'm back in port,
I don't have time for this daddy stuff, 'cause that's not who I am.
That's okay, Sir.
Now wait a second, Kid, you don't understand. I'm too old for this.
I don't care what the Navy says. This is no place to bring up a kid.
Like I told you on the telephone, you're better off in that state school back in Virginia.
I'm never going back there, they treat me like shit!
Well, maybe that's not for you to say!
God dammit! Don't look at me that way!
What happened to your mother had nothing to do with me.
It did! You said you were gonna come back! You promised!
Is that what she said? That's a female lie. That's bullshit! That's a lie!
I found your letters and I read 'em after she did it!
You said you were gonna come back for us. You said you loved her, and she believed you!
You're a liar!
Hurry, grow up, boy. I'll wait for you. Cherry boy.
You want to go to school? I'll teach you nice.
Chicken feet, monkey meat. Come on, you buy, you buy.
Monkey meat. You buy, you buy.
Hey, sailor. What ship are you from?
Hey! What are you doing?
Hey! Big spender, give us some money.
- I don't have any money. - Bullshit! Get it out!
No!
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone.
Holy shit.
Watch it. I got to heave.
Jesus Christ.
Give me a towel.
Pretty fuckin' wild.
Holy shit.
Not as wild as that night we banged those three stewardesses in Manila.
Bet you didn't get it on like that in that jerkwater college you graduated from.
How long you going to hang around Seattle?
Get ready, Man. This one is gonna blow you away.
Hey, man, nothing you do is ever going to surprise me.
- Tell me. - I joined the Navy.
- You joined the Navy? - That's right, I joined the Navy.
I'm on my way over to this Port Rainier now,
this officer's training school over there.
- What for? - Jets. I want to fly jets.
You know, this place is only a coupla hours from here, maybe you wanna...
come over visit me sometime, all right?
- Who put that idea in your head? - Nobody. Just come to me.
What's so funny?
You, man. It's like saying you're gonna run for fuckin' president.
Christ, look at yourself.
Officers don't have tattoos.
- Look, I'll see you, man, all right? - Hey.
- Zack, come on, don't be pissed off. - I'm not pissed off.
Yeah, you are pissed off. I'm on your side.
I don't want to see you do something you're gonna regret.
You gotta give up six fuckin' years of your life to the Navy if you want to fly.
That's six fucking years, with the most uptight assholes God ever put on this Earth.
Officers, Man, they're not like you and me. They're...they're a different breed.
You know what this sound like?
...sounds like you're afraid you might have to salute me someday, Chief.
Bullshit! Why the fuck would be afraid of something like that?
I don't know. You know, it kinda sounds that way.
You want some fatherly bullshit. You want a pat on the back.
From you? No. Huh!
Thanks for my graduation present, Byron. See you around.
Zack, don't go away mad. Hey, Babe. Zack! Come on.
Zack!
Fall in!
I said: fall in, you slimy worms!
Put your toes on the edge of that chalk line!
I said put your toes on the edge of this chalk line, you slimy worms!
Atten-hun!!
I don't believe what I'm seeing.
Where you been all your lives, at an orgy?
Listening to Mick Jagger music and bad-mouthing your country, I'll bet.
You better stop eyeballing me, Boy. You're not worthy enough to look your superiors in the eye.
Use your peripheral vision. Understand?
Yes, Sir.
Every time I say "understand", I want the whole group to say, "Yes, Sir!"
- Understand? - Yes, Sir!
I know why most of you are here.
I'm not stupid.
Before you get to sell what we teach you over at United Airlines,
you have to give the Navy six years of your life, Sweet Pea.
Lots of things can happen in six years. Another war can come up in six years.
And if you're too peaceful a person to not napalm an enemy village,
where there are women and children, I'm going to find that out.
- Understand? - Yes, Sir!
Hi, Son.
How you doing, Sarge?
- What did you call me? - Beg your pardon?
What did you call me, Boy?
- I called you "Sarge". - Before that!
I didn't call you anything before that.
You said, "How are 'ewe'?" I am not a "ewe", Boy. A "ewe" is a female sheep, Boy.
- Is that what you think I am, Boy? - No.
- No, Sir! - No, Sir.
- Louder, Sweet Pea! - No, Sir!
Hey, you want to fuck me up the ass? That why you called me a "ewe", Boy?
- Are you a queer? - Hell no, Sir!
- Where are you from, Boy? - Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, Sir.
Ah! Only two things come out of Oklahoma.
Steers and queers.
Which one are you, Boy?
I don't see no horns. So, you must be a queer.
No, Sir.
Stop whispering, Sweat Pea, you're giving me a hard-on.
No, Sir!
You laughing at me, Dickbrain?
No, Sir!
You better stop eyeballing me, Boy,
or I'll rip your eyeballs out and skullfuck you to death.
Yes, Sir!
What's your name, Boy?
Mayo. Zack Mayo, Sir!
How did you slip into this program?
I didn't know the Navy was so hard up.
You got an injury there, Mayo?
Not exactly, Sir.
Hey, this is really wonderful work. Where did you get this, Mayo?
Subic Base, Philippines, Sir.
Thought I recognized the work.
Be proud of them wings.
They're the only ones you're going to leave here with, Mayo-nnaise!
- What's your name, Boy? - Emiliano Santos Della Serra, Sir.
You don't say? You a college boy, Della Serra?
Yes, Sir! Math major, Sir.
Graduated from Texas tech with honors, Sir!
I see.
You see this cane, Della Serra?
See the notches near the handle?
There's a notch for every college puke like you that I got to D.O.R.
That's Drop On Request from this program.
And the first one I'm going to call out of this class is you, Emiliano.
I expect to lose half of you before I'm finished.
I will use every means necessary, fair and unfair,
to trip you up, to expose your weaknesses as a potential aviator
and as a human being, understand?
Yes, Sir!
The price at the other end is a flight education worth one million dollars!
But first, you got to get past me!
Hey, Paula! It's five o'clock!
Where's the goddamn whistle?
Oh, shit!
Come on, Paula. Let's go! Turn that thing off!
Next!
Oh, shit.
What is that?
This is my idea of an ass bandit.
Wait till the girls see you, Scrotumhead.
Scrotumhead!
Think that's funny, don't you, boy?
Not all the obstacles that can trip you up are on this base.
Let me tell you something about the local girls.
Ever since there's been a base here,
there's been what you'd call the Puget Sound Debs.
The poor girls come across the sound on the ferry every weekend
with just one thing in mind,
and that's to marry themselves a naval aviator.
A Puget Deb will tell you,
"Oh, Baby, don't you worry about no contraceptives.
"I've got that all taken care of."
Don't believe it, Sweet Pea.
A Puget Deb will do anything and say anything to trap you.
I know this sounds silly to you,
especially in this so-called modern age,
but you scuzzy college pukes had better watch out, because they're out there,
and you, Sweet Peas, are the answer to their dream!
All right! Get up! Hurry up! On the double now!
You lard asses, I'm going to fix you!
C'mon, get up in there!
Quick! On the double, Mayonnaise!
Come on, Seeger.
Little girl poopies to the left, little boy poopies to the right!
Come on, let's go!
What a motley bunch! Get in there!
All right, quick! On the double!
Okay, here we go. Now, whata we got here?
How's it going?
You got to be kidding.
How do they expect me to get down there?
Hey, look! One of you guys want to switch bunks?
- Those're assigned bunks, man. - Yeah, I don't think we can.
Hey, Daniels, you're in there.
Who the hell is that guy?
That's your mom and dad for the next 13 weeks.
All right! Fall out! Get outside! On the double! Come on out here!
Quick! Out the door! On the double!
Quick! Quick! Quick!
More! More! More! More!
You get down, give me 50!
You give me 50. Count 'em!
You think there's any truth to what he said about those girls, the Puget Debs?
- Sure it is, Sweet Pea. - Still?
Yeah. Yeah. Should have warned you scuzzy female types about the Puget Dudes.
Those the ones say they're wearing a rubber, but there's really a hole bitten in the bottom.
Very funny, Mayo...
Seeger, Mayo, Worley! Got enough God damned energy to run them sewers,
get over there and give me 50! On the double! Right now!
All right, Poopie Asses, get your faces on down there! Pump 'em out!
You women better not expect special privileges!
You think flying a plane is just sitting on a chair pushing buttons?
Looks like you need a little work in your upper-body strength, See-Garr!
All right, all right, get up.
Get up!
Step out!
Get back in line! You watch! Go on!!
Pilots off the Lexington oughta be getting to the Officers Club now.
You sure got the timetable down, Lynette.
After three years, you learn all the tricks.
Did you see that bodacious set of tatas?
Hi, Mrs. Rufferwell, I brought the records the social committee asked for.
I hope you didn't come all this way just to see me tonight.
You're pissing me off, Boys!
38...
39...
The Blue Angels'll be in next month. If you need and introduction just let me know.
- Bye for now. - Bye, bye. - Bye.
Far fucking out!
I've been wantin' to meet one of those Blue Angels since I can remember!
- Aw! Look at the Poopies. Those poor guys. - Aw.
See you in a month when you get liberty!
Don't worry, it grows out about an inch by then!
Ain't gonna be no liberty for you, Boys. You'll be going home before then.
Start from one again!
1...
2...
3...
Flyin' low and feelin' mean!
Spot a family by the stream!
Pickle a pair and hear 'em scream!
‘cause napalm sticks to kids!
- That's disgusting! - What are you doing here, Seeger?
Whatsa matter, Worley, am I threatening you?
Hey, Baby, they send you to war, you get your ass shot down.
Wouldn't mind being the first woman to fly fighters in combat.
- Great! Go in my place. - You goin' for Jets?
Uh-huh! All the way.
- How about you, Mayo? - Jets.
I hate to tell you...
they only let two out of each class go to jets. Which one of you's going with me?
- Me! - Me!
Talking in the ranks again.
You three just added 2 miles to this little hike...for everybody.
Come on! Let's go!
Family of gooks are sittin' in a ditch!
Little baby suckin' on his mama's tit!
Chemical firms don't give a shit!
‘cause napalm sticks to kids!
Get up here! Get up here! Get up those stairs! Now!
Get over there! Let's go! Come on!
Move, move, move!
Get up those stairs! Let's go! Let's go!
Move it up here! Get up here!
Come on, let's go!
Come on, let's go! Go, go, go!! Come on ladies!
Get up here! Faster, faster! Move! Move!
Get up here!
Move! Move it, Candy Pants!
Double it up! Double it up! Move on!
All right, everybody, up! Up on your feet!
I don't want to see nothing coming out your mouths either!
Come on! Let's go!
Let's get in shape around here! Stand straight up!
All right, get out of the way!
Lift your head and hold it high!
The best in the regiment is runnin' on by!
That could be you at the end of 13 weeks...those who might survive!
Don't even look at 'em! You don't deserve to look at 'em!
Della Serra, turn you back!
You are without a doubt
the most pathetic class I've ever been assigned to!
You big chump. Four weeks, and you still can't shine a damn buckle.
Louis, shoot me a Kotex, Buddy.
Be careful where you stick that.
- Five minutes to inspection, Mayo. - Where's your money?
Boonies.
You better hope Foley never finds out about that, Mayo.
Hey, Perryman.
Look what I got here, Man.
Look at that. Look at that. Look at them buckles, Man.
Look good, huh?
10 bucks. 15 for the boonies.
Who the hell's got 10 bucks?
Hey, Man! I spend every penny they pay me around here to keep my old lady and my kid in that motel.
Hey, you're breaking my heart, Perryman.
Who you got doing this stuff for you?
Some enlisted guy, right?
- Hey, tell me something. - Watch the sheets, Man.
Look, Man, is that piss-ass piece of change you're making from that
stuff worth all of us getting kicked out of here on an honors violation?
I don't see anybody else complaining about it, Perryman.
Excuse me.
Ready? Go!
Look out, Worley, coming through.
- The hell you say, Son. - Here I come.
Out of my way, Mayo, I'm gonna put my name on that wall.
Underneath mine.
Fuck!
Give me the rope! Give me the rope!
Shit!
God damn, Mayonnaise!
2:25. Not bad... for a beginner.
Piece of cake.
Let's go now! Come on, Snyder!
Come on, Snyder!
Let's go! Let's go!
Kick ass!
Let's go! You guys are bringing up the rear!
You ain't getting out of here till you get over that wall, See-gar!
- I'll make it, Sir! - Hurry up!
Come on. Get over there!
You really want to be a man, See-gar?
You another one of those little girls didn't get enough of daddy's attention
'cause he really wanted a son, See-gar?
Ah, that's it, that's it! That's what'll beat you every time, See-gar...
your mental attitude of a person of the female persuasion.
Deep down under all that
bullshit, you're still thinking like a second-class citizen, aren't you, See-gar?
You can never give orders to men!
Ah! Walk around.
Walk around, Sugar Britches.
Bernoulli's equation gives us the total amount of energy
contained in the air flow.
"P" is static pressure in pounds per square foot.
"RHO" is air density in slugs per cubic foot,
and velocity is in feet per second.
2,000 pounds per square foot...
Let's see 'em.
What about the buckles?
Okay. All right. 20 bucks, right?
Hey, Bud.
Beat it.
What are you laughing about?
- I thought that's how you did it. - Did what?
Did what!?! Come on, Santy Claus!
You're not gonna tell anybody about this, are you?
Not if you make it worth my while. Free boonies for the duration.
That's fair.
Tell you what, tell you what I'm gonna do...you get me through aerodynamics,
you can write your own ticket, My Friend.
You got a deal.
George Jones, where are you when we need you most?
Hey, two o'clock! Moving in. Della Serra.
Radar's up. Scoping the target area.
Oh-oh! Zero in! Slick it back!
Who'll be the lucky Deb? Is it the blonde? Is it the brunette?
Score! He got her.
My God, check Perryman, check Perryman!
Five years of marriage, still in love.
That's what life's all about.
Hey, See-gar!
Remember that bodacious set of tatas and her pal?
- Right! - There they are, Bud.
Think we ought to do something about it.
Captain Graves, it's so nice to meet you. You know, the boys speak so highly of you, and uh...
Lynette, he has several people to meet.
- I'm so sorry. - Captain Rufferwell.
Mrs. Rufferwell!
Hello, Captain.
How are you? Nice to meet you.
Could you introduce us to these two young ladies, please?
Paula, Lynette.
Miss Paula Pokrifki,
Miss Lynette Pomeroy,
may I present Officer Candidate Sid Worley
and Officer Candidate Zachary Mayo.
Well, I hope you have a good time.
You know, we already met.
We did?
Uh-huh!
You said it would grow an inch by now.
- That was you guys? - Yeah.
Would you like to dance?
Sure.
It's grown out more than an inch, Pal.
Would you like to get a drink?
Sure.
Let's go.
So, what kind of a name is Pokrifki?
Polish. What kind of a name is Mayo?
Italian. My mom was Irish.
No, thank you.
I think I got her ears. - Yeah. -Yeah.
The rest is all wop.
Where are you from, Mayo the Wop?
Everywhere, nowhere...
Paula the Polack.
Seriously.
Seriously. Seriously...
My father's a rear admiral, seventh fleet.
You're kidding.
No, no, we lived in ports all over the world...
- Kathmandu... Moscow, Nairobi. - Really?
I've never been out of Washington.
Wait a minute. You're kidding me, right?
We don't have any naval bases in Moscow.
- No. - No. I didn't think so.
So... you got a girl, Mayo the Wop?
No.
I ain't looking for one, either.
What are you looking for?
I heard about these girls who come here looking for a husband.
- Not me. - Yeah? Why are you here?
To meet interesting people, improve myself.
What do you do, go to school?
No, I got a job.
I work over at National Paper. It's a real good job.
I'm going to save enough money...travel.
Think I'd like to go to Moscow.
You been through the Dilbert Dunker yet?
No, but my father and my brother both made it through.
So, I guess I can, too.
Oh! Is your brother a flier?
He was. He got killed.
- Vietnam? - Yeah.
My brother died over there, too.
He wasn't a flier though.
I was only 12 when it happened.
I really don't remember that much about him.
I sure remember Tommy.
Mind if we talk about something else?
We don't have to talk about anything at all.
Do you think you'll make it all the way to getting your wings?
Who knows? Guys a lot smarter than me been dropping out like flies.
Oh, you know, you got to say you're going to do it.
Ya gotta program yourself. It'll happen.
You've just got to see yourself making it.
I know 'cause I read this article in Cosmo, it was about that very thing.
I swear.
Paula... you are a very, very pretty girl.
Do you want to go somewhere else?
Come on.
Fall out, Worley.
Something tells me you girls have been here before.
Whatever gave you that idea?
Oh! Stop it! You're going to ruin it.
I'm sorry.
I'll do it.
You sure this is okay?
Don't worry. I'll respect you in the morning.
You're crazy, Girl.
You'll respect me!
Couldn't wait to get out of there.
- Didn't you like the band? - Not much.
You didn't like Tie a Yellow Ribbon?
I thought their rendition was one of...
Let's go down to the beach.
That sounds good.
Squad, halt!
Fall out!
Look at Foley. Do you believe it?
Showboat.
All right. Listen up.
I'm the base martial arts instructor.
Those of you in 1-5 must desist thinking of me
as the drill instructor for the next 60 minutes.
Just think of me...as the enemy.
Do you believe this guy?
Now, a volunteer, please!
Daniels.
How about you? I see you hidin' back there, get up here, quick!
Put him in the hospital, Kid!
He can't touch me, it's against the law.
- Kick his ass. - Come on, Topper!
Come on up here, Son.
Hang tough, Buddy!
Hello, Pussy.
How bad d'you want to survive?
Sir, this officer candidate doesn't understand the drill instructor's question, Sir.
Ah...well, let's see if I can clarify it a little bit.
You want to survive bad enough to stop me, Pussy?
Or are you relying on my generosity, my love of humanity,
to stop me from killing you?
I... breathe.
Break loose.
Break loose!
I... can't... breathe.
Get away!
You're not hurt, I coulda killed you if I wanted to.
Move off.
Get out of here!
Hurry up! Get back to your seat!
You think I was really harsh on your classmate, don't you?
Just wait 'til you get shot down behind enemy lines somewhere,
and the only thing between you and a POW Camp
is what you learn from me.
Now that I got your attention,
we shall proceed with the class.
God, I hope she shows.
She's going to show. She will show.
A rich, socialite Okie like you ought to be a big catch around here.
Hey, I ain't rich.
- You're an officer's kid. - So what?
Man, I spent six years
living right on top of the raunchiest whorehouse in the PI.
Oy! Oy! Paquero!
You want numbah one fucky-fucky?
Long time, short time. $10! Cheap-cheap!
10 bucks?
10 dollah. 10 dollah!
Lynette, Honey, how's it hanging?
Don't drool on her, Boy.
- Hey, Ladies. - Hi.
Pansy-ass flyboys.
I remember you. Mayo the wop.
Yep, that's me.
It's good to see you.
I was looking forward to it.
- Me, too. - Really?
Yeah.
Uh...excuse me.
You guys want to just hang out here, or can I suggest an alternate plan?
Like pick up a bottle and go to the motel?
Just like that, yeah.
What do you think?
I'll vote for a motel.
My kind of group.
Troy, here they come.
Well! Make way for the Warmongers.
What did you call us?
I called you a Warmonger. Ain't that what you are?
Yeah, right.
I just want to ask you something.
Yeah, what do you want?
You come up here for a couple of months, you rich college boys.
You're struttin' around in your ice cream outfits
like you own the goddamned place.
What are you lookin' at, Duck Butt?
- Hey, who do you think you are? - Man, I don't want to fight you.
I do not want to fight. Why don't you just go back inside and cool down.
I ain't finished talking, Sailor Boy!
Get him, Troy.
Oh, God.
Back off, Man. That's enough, Man.
Holy shit! Check his nose!
He broke his nose, Man.
- You asshole! - Faggot!
Come on, come on!
God! I never seen anything like that in my whole life.
Did you see that guy's nose?
Lynette, will you just shut up until we get to the motel? Can you do me that, please?
Well, excuse me for livin'.
Asshole!
I shouldna done it, I shoulda walked away from him.
Zack, he didn't give you a choice.
I had a choice, everybody's got a choice.
Where d'you learn how to fight like that anyways?
I don't want to talk about it now, all right?
All right.
You know, Zack, it wouldn't kill you to open up to me a little bit.
What do you want? You want to fuck?
Is that what you want? You wanna fuck? You know what? Come here!
Get on the bed. Take your clothes off. I'll give you a good fuck.
Where's that coming from?
- Get on the bed. - I wouldn't fuck you now if my life depended on...
Then get the hell outta here, 'cause I don't need this shit!
I don't know who you think you're talking to. You know I'm not some whore you brought in here.
I'm tryin' to be nice to you. I'm trying to be your friend, Zack.
Then be a friend. Get out of here.
Fine. Fine.
You know, Man, you ain't nothing special.
You got no manners. You treat women like whores.
And if you ask me, you got no chance of being no officer.
It's okay.
It's all right.
I'm sorry.
- Are you hungry? - Yeah. Yeah, I'm starved.
- Skivvies? - Pretty sexy, huh?
- Sporty. - Control yourself, Baby.
Good!
Look, Paula...
I try real hard not to fool anybody about who I am, what I want.
I know who you are and what you want.
And what do you want?
I want to have a good time until you have to leave.
- That's it? - Uh-huh.
Hey!
- Last night was incredible. - I thought so, too.
- Zack, am I your fantasy? - What?
I'm not getting serious on you.
I dare you not to fall in love with me.
I mean, how can you resist? I'm like candy.
You are better than candy.
It's going to be very hard to get enough, very hard.
Very hard!
You're getting feisty on me, you little Polack.
You cocky Polack!
So, Zack, what do you do with a girl when you're through with her, huh?
You say something or just disappear? Huh?
I never had a girl.
And I forgot to thank you for breakfast.
Any time, Sailor.
Heads up, Perryman. When you hit the water,
you might get the wind knocked out of you. Don't panic.
You've got a second and a half
before the cage is completely underwater and it flips upside down.
Go, Joe!
Now, the most important thing is to watch your bubbles.
When that cage flips upside down, you're gonna be disoriented.
You're not gonna know what your bearings are, like Perryman down there.
- The bubbles will determine which way is up. - Holy shit!
All right, time's up. Go down for him, Jason.
This is what happens if you panic.
You can die down there, Children, and this is only a swimmin' pool.
Out there in the Pacific, you won't have a frogman to save your ass.
Totally unsatisfactory, Perryman. Gotta get in the back of the line. Do it again.
You only got two more chances to make it, or you're out.
All right. Next!
Hold it. Change in order.
Mayo... since you're hotshot of the week, you're next.
Aye, aye, Sir.
- Seeger, you're behind him. - Yes, Sir.
You ought to be good at this, Mayo. Something you can do alone.
Take him up, Joe!
You never know in this program what's gonna trip ya up, huh, Mayo?
It could be the grades or some little flaw in your character that comes out under stress.
Let's go, Joe!
All right! Way to go!
Okay, Seeger. You're next.
All right, Seeger, let's go, let's go! C'mon! Get a move on!
Okay, Joe, take her up!
Don't you cry now, Sugar Britches!
Go, Joe!
All right, Seeger!
All right.
Oh, gosh, that was great! Ya think they'd let us do it again?
Not bad, Seeger. But you still got to get over that wall.
Next!
C'mon, c'mon, Daniels, let's move it!
Take it easy now, it's just a joy ride.
Does this thing hit with the same impact as a plane?
This in nothin' compared to a plane.
Okay. Don't forget to watch the bubbles.
All right, Joe, take him up!
All right, Daniels, let's us have the thumbs-up up there!
C'mon, Daniels, c'mon, where's the thumbs up at?
All right. Go, Joe!
Take it easy.
Pull it back up!
Can't get it right now! It's gonna take a coupla seconds to hook it back up.
All right, let me through!
Grab him!
All right. Pull him out!
Hold him!
Put him on his stomach!
Take his helmet off! Quick!
- God damn! - Get it off.
Christ!
All right. get me a corpsman. Savage! Get me a corpsman! On the double!
Yes, Sir!
Okay, everybody just stand back.
Come on, Topper.
- God! - Come on.
C'mon, Buddy, c'mon.
C'mon, Man.
C'mon, Topper.
C'mon.
Breathe in, breathe in.
Hey!
All right.
All right!
All right.
That corpsman on the way?
Stand back. Let him get by. Give him some breathin' room. Get it back.
Somebody go check on that corpsman.
He's gonna be all right. Take it easy.
Prepare for inspection!
Shit.
I am not going to make it.
Help me out, Sid.
- Got a spare, Man? - My spare sucks.
You know where the hardware store is.
Zack, I need a buckle, Man.
I can't risk it.
You got plenty'a time. Man, he's still out with the girls.
Can't do it.
Hey, Zack, I got to see my family, Man.
I couldn't take it if they didn't let me outta here this weekend.
Wouldn't want you to get an honor violation, Perryman.
Okay.
Attention on deck!
In every class, there's always one joker who thinks he's smarter than me.
In this class, that happens to be you... isn't it, Mayonnaise?
Perryman, Worley... let us have this room.
On the double!
- Couldn't happen to a nicer guy. - Stow it.
Mayo...
I want your D.O.R.
No, Sir.
You can kick me outta here but I ain't quittin'.
Get into your fatigues, Mayo.
By the end of this weekend, you'll quit.
Casey Jones was a son of a bitch!
Drove his train in a 30-foot ditch!
Came on out with his dick in his hand.
Said, "Listen, ladies, I'm a hell of a man."
Went to his room and lined up a hundred.
Swore up and down he'd fuck every one.
Fucked 98 'til his balls turned blue.
Then he backed off, jacked off, and fucked the other two!
...he backed off, jacked off, and fucked the other two!
Wave goodbye to your buddies, Mayo. Oh, I forgot, you don't have any buddies.
Only customers.
You having fun, Mayonnaise?
Yes, Sir!
- Don't hear you! - Yes, Sir!
All right!
98...
99...
Now, get your face all the way down in there!
100.
- You ready to quit now, Mayo? - No, Sir!
Look over there, Mayo.
Look over there. Look at her.
She decided to stay instead of taking liberty on this weekend.
She may not make it through the program, but she's got more heart and more character
than you'll ever have!
And stop eyeballing me, boy!
Life sure has dealt you some shitty cards, hasn't it, Mayo?
I'm doing all right, Sir!
6...
Bullshit. I done some checking.
I looked through your files.
I know about your mama. Don't you eyeball me.
I know your father's a alcoholic and a ho chaser.
That's why you don't mesh, Mayo.
Because deep down... And don't you eyeball me, Boy!
Deep down inside...
you know all these other boys and girls are better than you!
Isn't that right, Mayo? Huh? Isn't that right?
No, Sir! No, Sir!
What's the matter, Mayo, you gettin' tired? I'm not tired!
Move it, boy! This is where the fun starts!
Move it!
You got all day tomorrow to look forward to! Get on!
6 inches off the ground. Give me 6 to 90.
Hey, Mayo, why don't we quit this little charade of yours
over a couple of beers over at TJ's?
C'mon, Man, you're about as close to being officer material as me.
Sir, this candidate believes he would make a good officer!
No way, Mayo.
No way, you only give a shit about yourself. And everyone of your classmates knows it.
Do you think they'd trust you behind the controls of a plane that they'd have to fly in?
C'mon, Man! I take you as a kinda guy that'd zip-off
one day in my F-14 and sell it to the Cubans, right?
No, Sir! No, Sir! I love my country.
Sell it to the Air Force, Mayo. Sell it to the Air Force.
Talk to me! Now, why would a slick hustler like you wanna sign up for this kind of abuse, anyway?
I want to fly jets, Sir.
My grandmama wants to fly jets.
I wanted it since I was a kid!
We're not talking about flying here, we're talking about character.
I've changed. I've changed since I've been here.
- The hell you have. - I've changed, Sir!
Nah! You've just polished-up your act a little bit. You've just shined it up!
Now, tell me what I want to hear. I want your D.O.R.
No, Sir!