Heartbreak Ridge Page #3

- Great. I could use one.

You look great. They don't make them

like you anymore, sweetheart.

Hell, sure they do.

But if you want a lot from a woman,

you have to give a lot.

No, not this kid.

It seems marriage and the Marine Corps

weren't too compatible.

Panther piss. The best years of my life

were with a Marine.

If I was a little younger, I'd make you

eat your words, and curl your toes.

I'll bet you could.

Aggie always kept a smile on your face.

That was pain.

Tom, she's in town.

I figured as much.

If she wants more alimony,

she's in trouble.

I'm so broke, I couldn't leave if it

took a quarter to go around the world.

She's cocktailing over at the Palace.

I figured she'd be married

to a general by now.

Can I get my old room back?

Hell, yes. You going to see her?

Hell, no. Can I run a tab on this?

Hell, no.

And now,

back from an awesomely successful tour...

... the Earl of Funk, the Duke of Cool...

... the Ayatollah of Rock-and-Roll-a,

Stitch Jones!

Okay, what will it...

Aggie.

- What do you want?

- A beer.

- What are you doing here?

- Ordering.

You even remembered the brand.

Bad whiskey, bad sex and bad men,

I never forget.

You didn't talk dirty

when we were married.

Always. Only you were

never there to hear it.

Look, Tom, I'm working.

- You look great.

- The lights are low.

I mean it.

I'd recognize you coming and going.

Please, save the banter for your bimbos.

It's late. I'm tired. My feet hurt.

What are you doing here?

I'm back with Recon.

And you just happened to wander in here?

Ain't life grand?

- I didn't come here to fight with you.

- You mean old dogs do learn new tricks?

I just came for a beer

and you're ragging my ass already.

Aggie, is there a problem here?

No.

I'd like you to meet one of my favorite

exes. This is Thomas Highway.

This is Roy Jennings. He owns the Palace.

I've heard about you

and your bullshit heroics.

Now, Roy, Tom is just going to leave.

Aggie, I'll take you home after we close...

...as usual.

You sure can pick them.

Look who's talking.

I'm going to play something from NYC.

I want all of you to rock the house.

F*** rock! Get your hair cut!

You're so ugly, you should be

at the airport, sniffing luggage!

I guess you think you're funny?

All of you, cross your legs,

hold your noses, and fart.

- I bet you could clear out your minds!

- Say what?

Don't start no S-H.

There won't be no l-T.

We have some pretty ladies here.

Come have a drink with the nation's finest.

Chill out.

Knock it off! Knock it off, goddamn it!

Sit down!

Lay off them, they're not hurting anyone.

- Why don't you stay out of this?

- This is none of your business.

Are you some kind of smart mouth?

I'm just trying to sing a song here.

You get off on rousting Marines?

Leave it alone. It doesn't concern you.

I chew on jarheads and spit them out.

You do? Why don't I just bend you over

that table and nail you in the keister?

What are you talking about?

That's what your persuasion is.

You just said so.

I'll send you home with an

"l-just-pumped-the-neighbor's-cat"...

...Iook on your face.

What kind of fag talk is that?

You have no right to do this!

He's just f***ing with you.

These guys don't mean nothing.

Who'd have the bad sense to f*** with

you in your own place?

Welcome to Fantasy Disco.

To hell with both of you.

You're out, Jones. Hit the road.

And you watch it, funny man.

Get your tight little butt out of here.

I never want to see you here again.

I have got a future here, damn it!

- Cocktailing?

- No! With Roy!

I expect a hell of a lot better out of

an ex-wife of mine.

He's an improvement over you!

I don't believe this sh*t!

I'd have kicked Jennings' ass,

if I wasn't trying to protect you.

So you owe me one. I saved your life.

This doesn't mean we'll be

swapping spit in the shower.

F***ing big jarhead sucker.

Drop your c*cks and grab your socks.

Off your ass and on your feet. Get up!

Knees in the breeze in five minutes.

It's 5:
00 a.m.! You said, 6:00 a.m.

So I can't tell time.

Maybe some commie bastard's coming to

pop you a new a**hole in the forehead.

Move out! You're Marines now.

You improvise. You adapt. You overcome.

Four minutes. Fall out.

We move swift. We move silent.

We move deadly.

Only one shake of the whangs.

Any more than that constitutes pleasure,

and we're not in that business.

Sleep well, Mr. Jones?

It's a nightmare.

Wake me up, Mama, please!

- Gunney, platoon's formed for PT.

- Take your post.

The Marines are looking

for a few good men.

Unfortunately, you aren't it.

We will blaze a path into battle

for others to follow.

Surrender is not in our creed.

Let's hear you say that.

Surrender is not in our creed.

Louder, or next time you leave this base,

you'll be collecting pensions.

- Surrender is not in our creed!

- Louder!

Surrender is not in our creed!

Strip off those t-shirts.

- What?

- What is he talking about?

You'll all wear the same t-shirts,

or none at all.

What's your name, Marine?

Lance Corporal Fragetti, Gunney.

You shouldn't litter, Fag-eddy.

It's ecologically unsound.

- What's your name?

- Aponte.

- Yours?

- Profile.

- Yours?

- Quinones.

- Yours?

- Collins!

All right, Colitis.

Cajones.

Prophylactics. Ajax.

You boys are handsome.

You look like models.

In fact, I want your hair high and tight

tomorrow morning.

That's everybody.

When you start looking like Marines,

you'll start feeling like Marines.

Then, goddamn it,

you'll start acting like Marines.

Right face! Forward march!

When the Swede gets out of the brig,

this sucker is dead meat!

- You got that right.

- Right.

"Mama, Mama, can't you see?

"What the Marine Corps has done to me?

"What the Marine Corps has done to me?

"I used to drive a Chevrolet

"I used to drive a Chevrolet

"Now I'm marching everyday

"Now I'm marching everyday"

Cajones, give us a cadence.

Your girlfriend is going to weep

when I bite that finger off.

Give me that cadence, now!

I don't remember any.

Think fast, gopher-balls,

or you'll run until midnight.

Do it, man! This dude is certifiable.

Do lip, Cajones.

Do lip.

"Model A Ford and a tankful of gas

"Model A Ford and a tankful of gas

"Handful of p*ssy and a mouthful of ass

"Handful of p*ssy and a mouthful of ass"

Is this sucker lost?

Is he going to invade South Carolina?

All right, let's smoke this sucker's ass.

'Morning. Missed you

and Recon Platoon at PT.

The men and I were getting acquainted.

Excellent.

I want to freelance them for awhile

to evaluate them.

There are no special duties

in the training schedule. Shall I join you?

You must have important work here.

Actually, I am preparing a paper on tactics

and strategy for the War Club Seminar.

It's fascinating stuff.

I don't know if the Major told you...

...I was Commanding Officer

of my ROTC detachment in college.

I'll sleep better at night

knowing that, sir.

Thank you. What college did you go to?

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