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RHODES: |
What the fuck is wrong with
you people, they're dead! |
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RHODES: |
This ain't a
Goddamn fieldtrip people, this is a fucking war! |
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RHODES: |
I'm running this monkey
farm now Frankenstein! And I wanna know what the fuck you're
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doing with my time! |
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RHODES: |
You've given us a mouth full of Greek
salad. Formulas, equations, a lot
of fancy terms that |
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don't mean a thing. I wanna know if you're doin' something that's gonna
help us out of this |
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deep shit we're in. Or
if you're all in there just jerkin each other off. |
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RHODES: |
I said we ain't finished here Lady.
Sit down. Sit down, or so help me God I'll have you shot. |
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SARAH: |
You'll what? |
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RHODES: |
I said, I'll have you shot. |
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SARAH: |
Have you lost your mind? |
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RHODES: |
No Mam. Have you? I just told ya I was
willing to kill ya if you didn't get back in you chair. |
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You didn't get back in your chair. |
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RHODES: |
Who's being subjected to what Fisher?
You've lost one man, we've lost five. Where does it |
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say we gotta keep those dumb
fucks next door to where we sleep? Where does it say |
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we should do any one thing but shoot
the mothers in the head? |
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RHODES: |
Steele, shoot that woman. |
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STEELE: |
Bang! You're dead! |
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RHODES: |
You want me to salute that pile of
walking pus? Salute my ass! |
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RHODES: |
Pus fuck! You fuck! You pus
fuck...you pus...fuck. |
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RHODES: |
Maybe I should put him (Miguel) in quarantine, how 'bout it Steele? |
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STEELE: |
You call it Captain, I'll
build him a cage. |
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RHODES: |
Ya, might not be a bad
idea. Give some of the rest of us a shot at some lovin. |
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