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Ha! Not half so not kind as your husband was in his portrayal of you in his novel. | Why are you doing this? |
Why are you doing this? | His image of you is a possessive, fragile neurotic. |
His image of you is a possessive, fragile neurotic. | But I am a possessive, fragile neurotic. |
But I am a possessive, fragile neurotic. | No you are not. You're Sally Nash. Listen to me, you're Sally Nash. You're my best friend and I love you more than anyone, and you're not going to move to London to have the offspring of a sexually ambivalent man-child. "Oh now I'm a novelist, oh now I'm a director..." English prick bastard Joe Therrian who's probab... |
I -- <u>hate</u> -- you. | Well I guess that makes us even. |
Well I guess that makes us even. | Ha! Don't make me laugh. You're crazy about me! That's why you lied and cheated to get near me! |
Ha! Don't make me laugh. You're crazy about me! That's why you lied and cheated to get near me! | Oh come on, <u>you're</u> the one who came after me -- the swarthy, earthy, sensual worker! |
Oh come on, <u>you're</u> the one who came after me -- the swarthy, earthy, sensual worker! | I was <u>slumming it</u>! I danced with you because you were the most pathetic specimen in the place! |
I was <u>slumming it</u>! I danced with you because you were the most pathetic specimen in the place! | Is that the same standard you used to choose General Formica? |
Is that the same standard you used to choose General Formica? | I <u>didn't</u> choose him. What kind of <u>idiot</u> would... ...<u>choose</u> who she wanted to marry? |
Now, worker, you shall take me back to the colony, and have your head cut off and stuck on a sharp pole! | Well, that's an appealing offer, but...considering the options... You go back. Me, I'm going to Insectopia. |
Well, that's an appealing offer, but...considering the options... You go back. Me, I'm going to Insectopia. | <u>Insectopia</u>? You stupid worker, that's just a fairy tale! |
<u>Insectopia</u>? You stupid worker, that's just a fairy tale! | Yeah, well I have it on a reliable source... that it exists. Now you follow the yellow egg... <u>That</u> direction. |
Yeah, well I have it on a reliable source... that it exists. Now you follow the yellow egg... <u>That</u> direction. | Worker! Come back here now! |
Worker! Come back here now! | I've got a <u>name</u>. It's <u>Z</u>. |
I've got a <u>name</u>. It's <u>Z</u>. | That's not a name! That's just a letter! |
Who is that idiot? | Darling, you must encourage the troops -- wave! |
What are you doing?! ATTACK!! Come on, you yellow-bellies! Don't just stand there, Carpenter! Make an example of yourself! | Uh, actually, we <u>are</u> outnumbered sir... |
I didn't mean it that way -- I was just talking to him on the phone -- he's very concerned about you. | He doesn't give a damn about me. |
He doesn't give a damn about me. | Oh, you're wrong. He told me -- |
Oh, you're wrong. He told me -- | He's a liar. But that's not the worst part of it -- the worst part is -- I still love him. |
Oh, Buddy-boy. I was just about to call you. I'm sorry about that mess on the living room wall. You see, my little friend, she kept insisting Picasso was a bum -- so she started to do that mural -- but I'm sure it will wash off -- just eyebrow pencil. | It's not Picasso I'm calling about. It's the key -- to my apartment -- you were supposed to leave it under the mat. |
It's not Picasso I'm calling about. It's the key -- to my apartment -- you were supposed to leave it under the mat. | I did, didn't I? I distinctly remember bending over and putting it there -- |
I did, didn't I? I distinctly remember bending over and putting it there -- | Oh, I found a key there, all right -- only it's the wrong key. |
Oh, I found a key there, all right -- only it's the wrong key. | It is? Well, how about that? No wonder I couldn't get into the executive washroom this morning. |
It is? Well, how about that? No wonder I couldn't get into the executive washroom this morning. | And I couldn't get into my apartment -- so at four a. m. I had to wake up the landlady and give her a whole song and dance about going out to mail a letter and the door slamming shut. |
And I couldn't get into my apartment -- so at four a. m. I had to wake up the landlady and give her a whole song and dance about going out to mail a letter and the door slamming shut. | That's a shame. I'll send the key right down. And about your promotion -- -- I'm sending that efficiency report right up to Mr. Sheldrake, in Personnel. I wouldn't be surprised if you heard from him before the day is over. |
That's a shame. I'll send the key right down. And about your promotion -- -- I'm sending that efficiency report right up to Mr. Sheldrake, in Personnel. I wouldn't be surprised if you heard from him before the day is over. | Thank you, Mr. Dobisch. |
You fool -- you damn fool. | Come on, Fran. |
Come on, Fran. | Goodbye, Mr. Baxter. |
Sorry it took me so long on the phone. But we're all set. | All set for what? |
All set for what? | I rented a car -- it's going to be here at one o'clock -- we're driving to Atlantic City. |
I rented a car -- it's going to be here at one o'clock -- we're driving to Atlantic City. | Atlantic City? |
Atlantic City? | I know it's a drag -- but you can't find a hotel room in town -- not on New Year's Eve. |
I know it's a drag -- but you can't find a hotel room in town -- not on New Year's Eve. | Ring out the old year, ring in the new. Ring-a-ding-ding. |
Ring out the old year, ring in the new. Ring-a-ding-ding. | I didn't plan it this way, Fran -- actually, it's all Baxter's fault. |
I didn't plan it this way, Fran -- actually, it's all Baxter's fault. | Baxter? |
Baxter? | He wouldn't give me the key to the apartment. |
He wouldn't give me the key to the apartment. | He wouldn't. |
He wouldn't. | Just walked out on me -- quit -- threw that big fat job right in my face. |
Just walked out on me -- quit -- threw that big fat job right in my face. | The nerve. |
The nerve. | That little punk -- after all I did for him! He said I couldn't bring anybody to his apartment -- especially not Miss Kubelik. What's he got against you, anyway? |
That little punk -- after all I did for him! He said I couldn't bring anybody to his apartment -- especially not Miss Kubelik. What's he got against you, anyway? | I don't know. I guess that's the way it crumbles -- cookie-wise. |
I don't know. I guess that's the way it crumbles -- cookie-wise. | What are you talking about? |
What are you talking about? | I'd spell it out for you -- only I can't spell. |
Who the hell are you? | Moonby. Got any Winstons? |
Moonby. Got any Winstons? | Moonby what? |
Moonby what? | Moonby, 4th battalion, Royal Australian Regiment, Task Force. Ex-Corporal Moonby, deserted. |
Moonby, 4th battalion, Royal Australian Regiment, Task Force. Ex-Corporal Moonby, deserted. | What is this? |
So what happened ? | He was working A.R.V.N. patrols and had one a them little cocky gook asshole Lieutenants -- anyhow, the Lieutenant took his new Playboy one day, sat on the end of the dock, and wouldn't give it back. |
He was working A.R.V.N. patrols and had one a them little cocky gook asshole Lieutenants -- anyhow, the Lieutenant took his new Playboy one day, sat on the end of the dock, and wouldn't give it back. | Yeah -- typical A.R.V.N. |
Yeah -- typical A.R.V.N. | Then went too far -- he sat there and starts mutilating the centerfold. Poking pins in her an' all that. Sergeant says, don't do her like that. You leave your shitty little hands off that girl. Gook Lieutenant says Fuck you in Vietnamese -- Sergeant says, don't do that again. You'll wish you hadn't. Then he stood up, f... |
I've arranged with those people we saw at Hau Fat to give us some 50 caliber in trade for a couple a drums of fuel -- | No shit. |
No shit. | Chef -- since you're such a fan of Miss December's I think you should be detailed with Lance and Clean to take the first drum up there. |
Chef -- since you're such a fan of Miss December's I think you should be detailed with Lance and Clean to take the first drum up there. | I don't believe you -- |
There's some bad holes, man, and the cracks -- water's coming through the cracks. Food's shot to hell. | How much is left? |
How much is left? | Less than half -- sure is a mess down there. |
You forgot the mangoes, didn't you? | Mangoes? There as a fucking tiger in the woods -- I could've been eaten alive. I'm never going into that jungle again. I gotta remember never get out of the boat; never get outta the boat. |
Elevate Lance, in the tree. No, I saw another. | Thirty meters up, Lance; I saw the fucking flash. |
What're you trying to say, Captain -- | You'll see soon enough -- get going, sailor -- |
You'll see soon enough -- get going, sailor -- | No shit -- hot damn -- |
Get in there ! | This is my crew and my fucking boat, and I'm the responsible party. |
This is my crew and my fucking boat, and I'm the responsible party. | Get in there now or I'll bury you in this river. |
What the hell is it? | In the middle of the jungle -- a goddamn light. |
Jesus -- that guy's too damn much. | I wonder if that was the same copter. |
Where've you been riding, Lance? | I haven't surfed since I got here. |
I haven't surfed since I got here. | That's terrible -- we'll change that -- I'd like to see you work -- I've always liked your cutback; got a hell of a left turn, too. |
Good swell. | What, sir? |
What, sir? | I said it's a good swell -- hell of a good swell 'bout six feet. Let's get a look at it. |
Why the hell didn't you tell me about that place -- a good left. There aren't any good left slides in this whole, shitty country. It's all goddamn beach break. | It's hairy ,though. That's where we lost McDonnel -- they shot the hell out of us. It's Charlie's point. |
It's hairy ,though. That's where we lost McDonnel -- they shot the hell out of us. It's Charlie's point. | How big it is? |
How big it is? | Six to eight feet. |
We'll come in low out of the rising sun -- We'll put on the music about a mile out. | Music? |
Music? | Yeah. Classical stuff -- scares the hell out of the slopes -- the boys love it. |
I'm waiting for the fucking boat, Colonel. | It'll get here, soldier. |
I said get the fuck out ! I'm going to kill the little weirdo myself tomorrow. He's only stayed alive this long because he's a good orderly and medic. He knows how to use a hypodermic. | You're gonna get hit tonight, bad -- a whole regiment of NVA regulars. |
You're gonna get hit tonight, bad -- a whole regiment of NVA regulars. | That's right, the little gook- pricks. But they are noble little gook-pricks, noble. Because they fight with their guts, like animals. And for an idea ! That's rich. We fight with ingenious machines and fire, like Gods, and for nothing. But I'll call in a major blotto airstrike tonight. We'll have ourselves a helluva a... |
No -- I don't want to sleep. I want to think. Water. Give me water. | You can't have water after morphine. |
You can't have water after morphine. | Still playing by the rules. You're a damn good kiler. |
Still playing by the rules. You're a damn good kiler. | How's the pain? |
How's the pain? | How's yours? |
How's yours? | I can handle it. |
I can handle it. | Pain is easy to handle -- but nobility.. the nobility of a man is judged by how much Truth he can handle. |
Pain is easy to handle -- but nobility.. the nobility of a man is judged by how much Truth he can handle. | What Truth? |
What Truth? | The truth that you were sent here to murder me, ans so far you haven't done it. And do you know why? Yes, you know why. Your mission makes about as much sense as those idiots who sent you on it. Asshole ! Schmuck ! How long does it take you to figure out that nobody knows what they're doing here. Except me. |
How did we get here? | Because of all the things we do, the thing we do best -- is lie. |
Because of all the things we do, the thing we do best -- is lie. | I think think a lie stinks. |
I think think a lie stinks. | Oh Captain, that is so true. |
Oh Captain, that is so true. | Stinks. I could never figure -- I could never figure how they can teach boys how to bomb villages with napalm -- and not let them write the word 'fuck' on their airplanes. |
Are you finished surfing? | Yeah... thanks. |
Yeah... thanks. | Want to say goodbye to the Colonel? |
Want to say goodbye to the Colonel? | Nah. |
Nah. | Then let's get the hell out of here. |
What's this tiger shit? | No shit... I think I shot the hell out of him. |
No shit... I think I shot the hell out of him. | You think? |
You think? | I wasn't looking.. I was running. |
But lemme tell you, he is the most dangerous thing in every way that I've come on so far. He wanted to shoot me. The first thing he said is, 'I'm going to shoot you because you are a deserter.' I said I didn't desert from your army, I deserted from my army. He said, 'I'm going to shoot you just the same.' | Why didn't he shoot you? |
Why didn't he shoot you? | I've asked myself that question. I said to myself, why didn't he shoot me? He didn't shoot me, because I had a stash like you wouldn't believe. I hid it in the jungle; the wealth of the Orient: Marijuana -- Hashish -- Opium -- cocaine -- uncut Heroin; the Gold of the Golden Triangle. and Acid -- I make Koolaid that mak... |
You came right to it, son of a bitch -- | Son of a bitch, sir. |
First you save my ass, now you want to kill me. Make up your goddamn mind. | 134 CONTINUED: |
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