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Liberty.

No.

Well, what are you guys doing anyway?

They're taking me to jail.

I've seen things.

Seen men do things that...

...I wouldn't even begin to tell you

at a time like this, my fair darling.

- I can see what it's done for you.

- Can you?

That's wonderful.

Must be the uniform.

- They are cute, aren't they?

- Oh, yeah.

I like the way...

You know what I like about it?

One of my favorite things

about this uniform...

...is the way

it makes your dick look.

How did you feel about

going to Vietnam?

The man says, "Go."

I got to do what the man says.

We're living in this man's world,

ain't we?

Oh, wow!

Eight years.

I get two off.

So it's only six.

Why don't you get away?

Get away?

To Canada.

I've got this friend, George Lucido!

He Shakabukued me!

He's a group chief in Toronto.

I'll give you his number.

I couldn't.

Why not?

It would be their ass.

What do you owe them?

They're my best friends, Donna.

Come on.

- Where are we going?

- Come on.

You know what I mean?

What?

It's up to you...

...but I'm going to chant for you.

I'm going to chant for you

with my whole heart.

Chant?

Yes...

...that you get away.

Bad Ass?

What the f*** is it now, Meadows?

If you're Catholic, do you think

it's sacrilegious to chant?

- Did it get you laid?

- No.

Then, Meadows, what the f*** do you

want to go on chanting for?

Chant your ass off, kid.

But any p*ssy you get in this world...

...you have to pay for,

one way or another.

Hallelujah!

When do we get to Boston?

Two hours.

What time we got to be in Portsmouth?

Not after 1800 tomorrow.

Well, what do you think?

- I think we ought to get the kid laid.

- Laid?

Ever heard of it?

- Waiter?

- Yes, sir?

I asked for my eggs over easy.

They are over easy, sir.

No, they're not.

I'm learning. I'm learning.

Oh, Jesus!

You're taking the kid

to the cathouse, ain't you?

Yeah. Come on, Mule.

He's 18 years old.

He ain't never been f***ed.

Next chance he gets,

he's going to be 26.

He might not want any by then.

You mean right now?

Just go ahead and do it?

No. Not this exact minute.

Later on tonight.

I think I would.

- Yeah, get the old ashes hauled.

- "Ashes hauled"?

- What are we doing?

- Huh?

- What are we doing?

- Looking for a certain guy.

Here, here, here.

This one right here.

How're they treating you, partner?

Fine, sailor. Where to?

Just down the road.

Let me tell you

what we really want.

You look honest.

I think I can trust you.

We're in transit,

the three of us, see, and...

We could use

the services of a decent whorehouse.

Know what I mean?

One that don't hate Gls.

Sizable tip in it for you.

Save the tip. I get it

at the other end.

Hey, thanks a lot.

I've been in transit a few times too.

I'm an old minesweep sailor myself.

Oh, yeah? You're a swabbie?

I thought you was. I did.

I thought he was a swabbie.

Minesweep, eh?

Hi, boys.

I'm Millie.

- Hi, Millie.

- Come on in.

- Thank you.

- The Navy's always welcome here.

Too late for Captain Kangaroo, ladies?

Here, let me tell you how it is, Mil.

We got a friend we'd like to do

a favor for. He's going on a trip.

- Just him?

- Just him, yeah.

What kind of party you after?

Well, it's his party.

You name it, sailor.

Okay, sailor.

Take your pick.

Pick a winner, kid.

Make it a good one, honey.

It's got to last a long time.

Sure, honey. Anything you say.

You know what I mean?

Kid, you picked a real winner.

You boys just make

yourselves comfortable.

Goddamn! He picked the same one

I would have.

She's a cute little thing, isn't she?

Your coat, honey.

Come over here by the sink.

Let me check you out.

You're not going to have

a bit of trouble.

Jesus Christ!

Well, that's what I call "quick."

Look, those are the rules. Doesn't

matter if it's 10 hours or 10 seconds.

Okay, tootsie. We'll stake him

to another shot.

I'm sorry.

You want to try it again, kid?

Yeah.

Okay, honey.

Don't worry, kid.

Plenty more where that came from.

You got all night, kid.

You ever been married?

Not so you'd notice.

Once.

A little girl in Torrance.

Know where that is?

It's near San Pedro, on the way

to Terminal Island, you know?

Dottie Brown.

She had great tits and wore

angora sweaters all the time.

She wanted me to go to trade school

and become a TV repairman.

Drive around all that smog and sh*t...

...fixing TVs out of the back

of a VW bus.

I just couldn't do it.

You ever been married?

I still support my mama.

She can't brag enough about me.

Tells everybody all the places I go,

how many men are under me...

...all that sh*t.

Yeah, man...

...I don't know what I would've done

without the Navy.

I guess we're just a couple of lifers.

How was...

How was what, honey?

Well, you got off to a shaky start.

After that, you took to it

like a duck to water.

I don't know if I have

enough money to go again...

...but I'll pay you what I have...

...just to look at you.

Just to what?

Look at you.

Guess you haven't seen many girls

with their clothes off, have you?

Well, let me tell you.

I've got a good body.

Not great, but pretty good.

It's beautiful.

What did she say again?

"Let me check you out, honey."

I swear to God.

Like I was in a gas station

and she was checking the oil.

- And then...

- Then we know what happened.

Yeah, but after. After...

Well, maybe it was an act for her.

I mean, I know she was a whore...

...but I think she liked me.

They got feelings just like

everybody else, kid. She probably did.

Well, it was real for me.

That's what counts.

Welcome to the wonderful world

of p*ssy, kid. The sink's yours.

We don't have to be there till 1800.

It takes an hour and a half

to get to Portsmouth.

We could go see a movie or two.

We can get us a couple of six-packs.

Sh*t, we can even go back

to the cathouse if you want to.

No.

I already did everything one time.

That makes that one time stick out.

You know what I mean?

- It sure is a sh*t day.

- Ain't it the truth.

Yeah, it is.

If it was summer, we could maybe

have a picnic.

Son of a b*tch!

Thank you.

This wood's too f***ing green, man.

It ain't going to burn.

Wet wood.

Wait a minute!

- What are you looking for?

- Buns.

I forgot them.

- You forgot the buns?

- Yeah.

How can you eat a hot dog

without a bun?

- It's not a hot dog without...

- Don't eat the f***ing thing, then!

Sh*t!

It ain't bad.

Sh*t!

- I don't want no f***ing hot dogs.

- He don't eat them without buns.

It's kind of like being at sea.

I was on a weather ship once...

...off of Greenland.

Right in the middle of winter.

How was it?

I like being at sea.

Kid's come a long way

in the last few days, ain't he?

Let's get this over with.

He don't stand a chance

in Portsmouth, you know.

You know that, don't you?

Goddamn grunts kicking the sh*t

out of him for eight years.

He don't stand a chance.

I don't want to hear about it.

"Maggot" this. "Maggot" that.

Marines are really a**holes,

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