Tropic Thunder

Alpa Chino!

We're loaded

I love the p*ssy, hell, yeah

I love the p*ssy, hell, yeah

I love that p*ssy

dripping down to the floor, oh, no

The wettest p*ssy, hell, yeah

I love the p*ssy, hell, yeah

I'm drinking up

your Booty Sweat and busting a nut

Alpa Chino got that p*ssy control

Alpa Chino's Booty Sweat.

Pop an ass open!

Booty Sweat and Bust-A-Nut bars

available at concessions now.

In 2013, when the Earth's rotation

came to a halt...

The President has declared

all of North America a disaster area.

I call on my fellow Americans

to come together...

... the world called on the one man

who could make a difference.

When it happened again,

the world called on him once more.

And no one saw it coming

three more times!

Now,

the one man who made a difference

five times before,

is about to make a difference again.

Only this time, it's different.

Who left the fridge open?

Tugg Speedman.

Scorcher Vl:
Global Meltdown.

Here we go again.

Again.

Will there be anything else?

Yes, my dear man. More beans.

Granny!

Please!

This summer,

America's favorite obese family is back.

Gross!

- You're just mad 'cause I'm skinny.

- Am not!

Jeff Portnoy.

Jeff Portnoy.

Jeff Portnoy.

And Jeff Portnoy are

The Fatties:
Fart Two.

In some countries,

it's considered a compliment.

Letting loose this summer.

In a time where to be different

was to be condemned,

and to be condemned was to die,

one man chose to question his God.

From Fox Searchlight,

five-time Academy Award winner

Kirk Lazarus

and MTV Movie Award

Best Kiss winner Tobey Maguire.

Winner of the Beijing Film Festival's

coveted Crying Monkey Award,

Satan's Alley.

I've been a bad, bad boy, Father.

In the winter of 1969,

an elite force of the U.S. Army

was sent on a top-secret assignment

in southeast Vietnam.

The objective,

rescue Sergeant Four Leaf Tayback

from a heavily guarded

NVA Prison Camp.

The mission was considered

to be near suicide.

Of the 10 men sent, four returned.

Of those four, three wrote books

about what happened.

Of those three, two were published.

Of those two, just one got a movie deal.

This is the story of the men

who attempted to make that movie.

Whiskey Fire Old Snake

requests an LZ prep

at Alpha-Delta-two-four-eight-niner,

over.

Floyd, this is lead. Right echelon

approach from RP to LZ, acknowledge.

Floyd, Wall-Eye airborne.

Welcome aboard.

All right, lead's going in.

Give her some cover.

Delivery on five.

I repeat, delivery on five.

This is Zero-Three.

I'm on your six, don't worry.

Chalk-Three's taking fire.

Guns right, guns right.

Lay that sh*t down!

Come on!

Come on, you damn dirty heathens!

Fats! Run your motherfucking ass

over there,

hold these men off, now!

We're fixing to lift off!

Put some pep in your step, dick!

Jelly-ass b*tch!

Wall-Eye, Wall-Eye,

this is Boomer One-Seven in the Zee!

I need fast movers

on my Yankee Smoke, copy?

Boomer, this is Wall-Eye.

I got two-Alpha-four

- snake and nape on the ready!

- Oh, Jesus! Holy sh*t!

Holy sh*t!

Get on that horn

and get some firepower, boy!

Jesus Christ!

Listen, you cherry f***,

you call in that snake and nape

and get us some boom-boom now!

I'd do it myself

but I'm kind of goddamn busy!

I need an answer, Boomer!

Wall-Eye, Wall-Eye!

I copy!

We got beaucoup zips in the zee.

Rock and roll!

What the f***?

That's for Brooklyn, motherf***er!

I think I can put it back in!

We got to get back to the bird.

Lukemeyer's got popped!

This is the last Christmas

I spend with Victor Charlie up my ass!

Want some? Get some!

Hey, yo, Fats! I ain't seen Four Leaf!

Don't count him out! That bastard's

got luck tattooed to his ass!

Don't count him out! That bastard's

got luck tattooed to his ass!

Motown, get your Detroit jukebox

Jheri curl ass

in this chickenshit chop-chop! ASAFP!

Four Leaf is still

outside the perimeter, Sarge!

Miss me with that cracker chump jive!

We di di mau! We di di mau!

Come on, Sarge. Stop jiving.

Four Leaf is there.

Dead meat, soldier!

Or do you want to be a hero?

That's just how Brooks

got his Jew ass killed, man.

And Meatball's dago ass

bought the six-by-three farm.

Now get your ass up in the Huey, before

I stomp a trench in your hiney hole!

Come on, get down, get down!

What am I looking at? What is this?

Come on, let's get, let's go!

Come on, elevator up, up!

Sarge. It's Four Leaf.

No!

You get out of that hole!

You make it home, now.

Survive!

I hope y'all like hamburger meat.

'Cause that's exactly what

I'm gonna be bringing back

and serving up in this whirly bird.

Cover me, you limp dick fuckups!

Peek-a-boo! I see you!

Hold on, Four Leaf!

Oh, sh*t!

Watch my right!

F*** you, Charlie!

Come on, Leaf, let's boogie!

No!

No!

- Fats!

- Holy f***!

Take us over to those men! Sh*t!

Look at you, man.

Playing with grenades.

I'm cold, Linc.

I can't feel my legs.

Ain't nothing but a thang.

Hey, Linc.

What, man?

Why does man

got to pick up sticks

against another man?

Instead of using them sticks to

prop a man up?

I'll never know.

Hold my hands,

'cause I got something to...

I got something to say.

Oh, boy.

- You holding 'em?

- I got 'em tight.

When we get back to the world,

we gonna put together that three-piece

combo band we talked about?

- Me on stand-up bass.

- Johnny on drums.

And me tickling the ivories.

I ain't never been worth a nothing

in this life,

but I want you to know something.

What, man?

You are my...

You are my brother.

You are my brother.

You are my... You are my...

I am your brother.

I'm sorry. Could we cut?

- What's he saying?

- Damien, can we cut?

- No. No, no, no, no, no...

- All right, you know what?

We got the jets coming in,

big explosion, two minutes.

Still rolling.

You know what? No, not still rolling.

Can we cut?

- We're cutting.

- No, we're not. Get out!

Hey, what's going on?

For real, my butt is hurting!

This harness is riding up my crack!

- Damien, are we cutting?

- No! No! Still rolling!

Mr. Cockburn! Are we cutting, sir?

No! No. I'm not cutting!

We're still rolling!

Damien, what's the dealy, dude?

Are we gonna blow

this tree line or what?

Tuk Tuk and Kim

got the blue balls here.

I'm gonna let them squirt if we're a go!

- Play it through. Still rolling!

- Dieter, can he hear me?

That's C-4, dipshit. Put that back.

I said a detonator.

I need some dudes up here

who speak American, God damn it!

He's making

a f***ing sweater back here.

I'm trying to put Tiger Balm

on this jungle's nuts.

Everyone, please shut up.

The jets are coming in.

We only have one chance at this!

And go!

Let's do it. You feel it?

You feel me?

- You are my...

- I am your brother.

We've seen it all, man.

I'm sorry, Damien?

Are you seeing that?

The little froggy on the boom mike?

It's right in my eyeline.

Donny! What's up, man?

It's been there the whole show.

Yeah, well it's right in my face,

I'm staring at a frog, I'm trying to feel...

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