Sgt Maj. John Sixta quotes from Generation Kill

I don’t want none you ladies mopin’ n’ cryin’, but the moostashes gots ta go now! Hey! Turd! (Looks at Baptista) Scrape that hippie shit off your lip.

(laughing, mutters) Screwby.

You mockin the groomin standard, Stafford?

Nah, Sgt Maj. It’s screwby.

(puckers lips at Stafford before Stafford walks off with Baptista) I wants to see clean, purty smiles before we step off.

(Almost singing) Groo-ming stan-dard! By first light tamorrey, I expects all y'all to be clean shaven...

After what we just went through?

There's lots can go wrong out here. Lack of batt'ry. Cold chow. Lack of pussy. But the one thing these mens can counts on is the groomin' standard. I believe it always ought to be there for 'em.

Sgt Major, my company commander informed me last night that Godfather said the men wouldn’t have to shave!

(looks down and laughs) In his in-fine-ite wisdom, the battalion commander, never said that. You best check with your company commander.

What’s this about you losin’ your Kevlar?

It bounced off my head sergeant major, last night.

Bounced off your head?

I was up on the .50 cal, the humvee went over a bump Sergeant Major.

That Kevlar wasn’t yours to lose!! That was the property of this, United States Marine Corps! Belonged to every Marine! Because of your failure to secure that helmet, you’ve jeopardized every Marine servin’ today! Was gonna consider NJP’n yo ass! Sergeant Colbert! This is what happens when you don’t enforce the groomin standard! The mens gets all lax, and other standards fall. Devil Dog here stops usin’ his chinstrap, goes over a bump, Kevlar flies off his head, and our pro-tective posture, is weakened!

Roger that, Sergeant Major.

I’m not the fucking retard that lost a whole supply truck!

I'm gonna hit that shit!

You must be wearing your desert goggles, that ain't nothing but a piece of nappy-haired Whiskey Tango.

He's right, man, you ain't hittin' shit. W.M. like that, nah, she be wearing kevlar panties nailed on top of a concertina wire bush.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna do a recon poo. I'm gonna make a path for all you motherfuckers.

Shit, man, can you imagine the stank on that cunt?

That is exactly where I am going. Yes sir, I'm going to go down on her like she got all of Saddam's WMDs just buried right between her legs [pulls out his gas mask and starts "eating it out] Brrr!

You better dig deep! Oh yeah, baby. Get in there, Jacks. Give it a little tap! Pat it, pat it!

It's not that bad over here. Don't kill yourself like that.

Shit, go get it baby. Get some for old J.C. Get Some!

Oh, shit. Smash!

[stops Manimal] Belays that, Devil Dog! You's a squealin'..like a bunch of butt-fucked Vassar bitches! Un-fuck yourselves! or we gon' suffer the spectacle of a W.M. with a bunch of horny Devil Dogs trailin' her stern! Get yourselves squared up here! [Turns to Manimal] Corporal. You inapporpriatin' your chemical filtration device by attemptin' fornication wi' it! Jesus, do I have to tell you not to desecrate your mask with perversions!? [To the group of Marines nearby] Where the fuck are your helmets?!