Generation Kill quotes

How's it feel, motherfucker? How's it feel to be fuckin' dead?

Bro, it feels sad. I feel very alone. And also, I gotta take a shit.

Dear Frederick, thank you for your nice letter, but I am actually a U.S. Marine who was born to kill whereas clearly you have mistaken me for some sort of wine-sipping Communist dick-suck. And although peace probably appeals to tree-loving bisexuals like you and your parents, I happen to be a death-dealing, blood-crazed warrior who wakes up every day just hoping for the chance to dismember my enemies and defile their civilizations. Peace sucks a hairy asshole, Freddy. War is the motherfucking answer.

But thanks for writing, anyway.

Your pal Ray.

Aww, man, every motherfucker in this camp is just waiting for packages of dip, Ripped Fuel, porn mags, batteries, hash chunks, dirty-ass jerk-off letter from Suzy Rottencrotch, except for Brad Colbert over here, who actually thinks that his mail-order turret is gonna come in before we step off. But no, all we get is this happy-day fucking horseshit from Miss Cunt Lips' fourth grade class. Can you fucking believe this shit?

You know, it doesn't make you gay if you think Rudy's hot. We all think he's hot.

Did you know that wetback pussy is actually warmer than a normal, average white pussy?

See, when Marines invade a foreign country, we've gotta buy all our own shit. Me and Brad spent 500 dollars of our own money just fixing up the Humvee. Bought our own antennas, filters, these cammie nets. We even painted it ourselves.

So yeah, homes, we pimpin'.

Cpl Walt Hasser

Stove underneath Rudy's espresso pot went off like a forty mike-mike.

Flamed white boy's face like a rotisserie chicken.

Let me understand this. My RTO has just been burned, in his tent, by an exploding portable stove; And without my RTO I will be going to war unable to quickly and effectively establish radio communications within our unit, with other elements of the battalion, and with close air support. Is this what is happening?

That and they're probably gonna NJP all our asses for operating a stove in the tent against the regs.

Over an espresso maker. This platoon is going down over an espresso maker.

People have been fightin' over this bitch since ancient times, dog. How many graves we standing on? Think about all the wisdom and science and money and civilization it took to build these machines; and the courage of all the men who came here; and the love of their wives and children that was in their hearts. And all that hate, dog. All the hate it took to blow these mother-fuckers away. It's destiny, dog - white man's gotta rule the world.

[Grabs Trombley's boonie off his head] What the fuck is on your grape, devil dog?

LCpl Harold James Trombley

My boonie, gimmie it back!

You see any other Recon Marine in here wearing a soft cover?

LCpl Harold James Trombley

No.

No. No fuckin' way, dog. I know you didn't go through BRC but boy, you gotta front. All these other grunts look up to Recon like we are cold-blooded warriors. We're carnivorous motherfuckers, dog - and you gotta carry it like that. [Hands Trombley a watch cap] Here, I got your six, boy.

[laughs] Cocky motherfuckers.

Well, we all got jobs to do. Sgt. Maj. Sixta's job is to be an asshole... and he excels at that position.

SgtMaj John Sixta

Jesus Christ! What is you some kind of goddamn hippie faggot? What the fuck is this? Devil Dog, why the fuck is your shirt out of your regulation?

Sergeant Major, is there a problem? My Marines have been working on that Humvee all morning!

SgtMaj John Sixta

I don't care if your Marine has a suckin' chest wound! He will not traipse around on the deck with his shirt tails hangin' out! Might just NJP all your asses!

Yes, Sergeant Major. Corporal Person, be advised; you are expected to conduct all business in this camp in compliance with the grooming standard. By direct order of the battalion commander himself.

SgtMaj John Sixta

Sgt. Patrick. Your mustache hairs is in violations, growing beyond the corner of your mouth. I hear Godfather hisself say, you look like a bum. (beat) Police that mustache! (Turns to the other Marines) Y'all startin' to look like Elvises!

SgtMaj John Sixta

Sgt. Patrick! On the deck!

SgtMaj John Sixta

You mocking me? (leans in to grab Patrick's face) Hairs hangin' from your face, beyond your mouth areas. You are unsightly, unsanitary and in violations of Godfather's groomin' standards. (beat) You reads me!? Sergeant Patrick?! You has 'till o'dark hundred to unfuck youself!

There's layers of retardation that most people don't even know about. You should quote me on that!

Look at this shit. How come we can't ever invade a cool country, with like chicks in bikinis, you know? How come countries like that don't ever need Marines? I'll tell you why. It's lack of pussy that fucks countries up. Lack of pussy is the root fucking cause of all global instability. If more hajis were getting quality pussy, there'd be no reason for us to come over here and fuck 'em up like this! Cause a nut-bustin' haji is a happy haji.

[Trying not to laugh] So, this war's not about oil, or WMD's?

Nope!

And it's not about Saddam?

No, Saddam's just part of the problem. If you took the whole gay-ass Republican Guard and comped their asses in Vegas for a weekend- no fuckin' war! Look, if Saddam invested more in the pussy infrastructure of Iraq than he did on his fuckin' gay-ass army, then this country would be no more fucked up than, say, Mexico.

Ray. [Ray pauses and looks at Colbert.] Please shut up. Thank you.

Wake up, Trombley. You're missing the invasion.

Hey!

What d'ya got?

I just waved at an Iraqi and he waved back, that was cool.

Good, Garza. Be magnanimous.

What the fuck does that mean?

Lofty and king-like.