Hamburger Hill
1987
Doc: Brush your teeth in a rapid, vertical motion. That's up and down for all you rebels.
Washburn: Oh man, if you can't fry it, I won't eat it!
Worcester: We had a short-timer once. Johnny I-forget-his-name. He wore a flak jacket, two helmets and armor underwear. Ashau Valley... your time's up, your time *is* up.
Galvan: We're Airborne. We don't start fights, we *finish* 'em!
Doc: We've been up on that hill ten times, and they still don't think we're serious.
Motown: It don't mean nothing, man. Not a thing.
Doc: Okay. The war started for you when you farted... and said "Good mornin', Vietnam".
Sgt. Frantz: Who is it? Doc: How the hell do I know? He's got no goddamn head.
Motown: I smile at my Mamma. Great meal, Ma. Would you please pass the fucking potatoes. The ham is fucking A, Ma. You don't know how... how fucking great it is to be home. How you going to act, huh?
Newsman: (trying to interview GIs returning to base after a hard day of fighting) Hey, word down at division is you guys can't take this hill. What do you have to say about that? In fact Senator Kennedy insists you guys haven't got a chance at all. Sgt. Frantz: (glares at Newsman for a few seconds) You really like this shit, don't you? It's your job, a story, wait here like a fucking vulture for someone to die so you can take a picture. Newsman: (becoming angry) It's my job... Sgt. Frantz: I got more respect for those little bastards up on the hill. They take a side, you just take pictures. You probably don't even do your own fucking! Newsman: What? Sgt. Frantz: You listen to me. We're gonna take this fucking hill, Newsman. And if I catch you on top taking pictures of any of my people, I will blow your fucking head off. You haven't earned a right to be here. *You got that?*