Cpl. Josh Ray Person quotes from Generation Kill

Cpl. Walt Hasser

Hey, where’s Brad?

Jesus fucking Christ, Walt. Are you serious? My first combat jack!

Cpl. Walt Hasser

Fuck your jack, we’re being overrun by armor!

He’s in his grave.

Aw no, Christ lover at my nine.

Coming this way?

Yeah, ETA's like 10 seconds.

Like I gotta deal with this too...

Men. I'm holding a service, and I wonder if you would take comfort in pausing for a word of prayer.

Oh, no thank you Lieutenant Commander. We got the warning order, so it looks like we're going to be moving out to kill a lot more of these Godless heathens for you. But don't worry, we will not rest until the Iraqi threat to your way of worship has been completely neutralized.

I'm aware of the warning order, and it's for that reason that we're congregating right now for a brief service of...

The other thing is, is that my team leader here, Sgt. Colbert? Yeah, he was born a Hebrew, and remains a practicing Christ killer. So it's purely out of respect for him, I feel as though I'm going to have to forego your festive rituals.

Shit man, it’s really pretty country out here.

Except for the mortars.

Yeah, but they’re random. I mean, come on man, It’s not like anybody’s scoping you with an AK or anything, it’s not personal like that. You really gotta let some of this shit go.

Better watch your face Ray, Rudy’s got the espresso pot brewing.

Yeah, it’s obvious I was wrong about invading Iraq for NAMBLA. Turns out we’re actually here to setup a forward Starbucks. And Christ, look, we’ve already inserted our fruity barista, thank you very much. Now, all we need is like some really shitty fucking music playing, like Norah Jones; a couple of high school girls getting super fat on iced lattes; a homeless guy trying to scam a key to the restroom; and some faggot writing his novel on a laptop.

Walt, finish your report, get it to me asap. You did nothing wrong, but... we're gonna see if there's a better way to stop these cars.

Walt's got a great way, LT. Shoot the driver, stop the car.

This is really interesting, Brad. You know, Iraqis don't really seem good at fighting, but then they never really completely surrender either.

Put down that fucking milkshake and dig a fucking hole.

Why, so I can be more like the teacher's pet?

Yeah, that's exactly it. You should be more like Trombley.

More like Trombley? [shouts] MORE LIKE TROMBLEY?!

[chanting] Whopper Jr.! Whopper Jr.!

[running around a field with his arms outstretched like an airplane]

What, did you, like, give him some Rolling Stone drugs or something?

I don't know.

What the fuck did you do to him?

Just asked him what he would be if he wasn't a Marine.

Oh my God, he wants to be a ballerina? That's my fucking dream!

There's something I've been keeping from you. I wasn't sure we were gonna live to share this moment.

Chef Boyardee! The master!

Celebrate. Trombley, get a fire going. Walt, here.

You deceiving, conniving, Hebrew motherfucker. How were you gonna to keep this from your dearest pal Ray-Ray?

I got one more secret to share.

JUGGS!

No no no no no wait wait wait, not yet! I need some time with this alone!

Come on, just give me one --

Just calm down! You'll get your sloppy seconds with Jasmine. Ray, you gotta share with Trombley.

What?! He'll kill her!

Eat, fuck, kill -- all the same, right?

Yeah, all the same if you're a fucking psycho! Brad, I'm telling you, I fear for Jasmine.

Speaking of which -- one of you guys still has my girlfriend's picture.

Dude, I hate to tell you this, but your girlfriend's kind of a whore.

What?

Yeah. Last time I saw her, she was doing all of H & S Company.

She doesn't deserve you, man.

Once more into the great good night. Cry 'havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war.

Man, when I get home I am gonna eat the fuck out of my girlfriend's pussy.

Is that Shakespeare?

Shakespeare wrote that? [Wright nods] About his girlfriend's pussy?

It looks like vodka. I think it's a kind of gin.

[Walking by with Gunny Wynn] It's the kind that doesn't come out when officers and senior NCO's are present.

Where the fuck have you been? You haven't said two words since Baghdad.

No more Ripped Fuel. [Looks around him] Man. It seems no matter where we go as Marines... it's always some fuckin' shithole.

Well, I'll see y'all. [A sentry offscreen shoots a wild dog with a shotgun; Wright pauses awkwardly.] Uh... thanks.

Stay frosty.

Goddamnit, Rudy! You fucking PTSD psycho! You're just like every other jock piece of shit in high school! [Shoves at the Marines holding onto him] Get the fuck offa me!

Maybe we shouldn't play football anymore.

[Catching up with Ray] You all right?

Ray! Ray, brother!

Goddamnit, Rudy. Go to your little quiet place and chant, motherfucker.