Generation Kill Season 1 quotes

[Sarcastically addressing Iceman as the Marines filter refugees through their lines] Thank you, soldier. Thank you for letting me pass on my own road in my own country.

'Scuse me, ma'am?

Why are you Americans here?

We want to help you, ma'am.

You know I come from Baghdad? It is a beautiful city, and you are bombing it. This is to make my life better?

Goddamnit, Brad, we don't have to take this kinda guff! I mean, we're liberating these ungrateful bitches!

You know, this is a very beautiful country, and our president is very stupid. Maybe you are here for liberation, I don't know. But because of oil, it feel like war of aggression.

[sarcastic] Ma'am, I feel like you got a really good point. Really.

So much for "death before dishonor."

Damn, devil dog could land a piece of ass like that... I'd sell your sister's ass to Uday and Qusay.

I want you to know you done good, Tony. You earned a lot of reputation in the recon community as my ATL. You always had my six and... I just want you to know that I really appreciate that. And it's been, uh--

You realize the shit that we've done here? The people we've killed? Back in the civilian world, dog, if we did this... we would go to prison.

Poke, you're thinking like a Mexican again. Think like a white man. Over there they'll be laying on medals for what we did.

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?!

[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.

Damn, Brad, what else you got hidden in the Humvee -- a fat chick?

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?

Check it, bro. The men all sit around talking shit, the women are all working.

Brah, if we fight the women instead of the men, we'd get our asses kicked.

Evan Wright

The secret to great porn is that you never want to see the guys, not their faces.

What if he eats her out? How can you not see his face?

Shit, I'd like to call in some danger close on my wife. That's for fuckin' sure. [Kicks a stack of gear furiously] Maybe fly some Cobras up her fuckin' lawyer's ass, too!

It ain't all joy and laughter, is it? Mail call kinda brings it all home.

SgtMaj. John Sixta

If morale gets really bad, Mike, let me know. I'll stir 'em up good with the grooming standard. [Winks]

I'll let you know.

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.

LCpl. Harold James Trombley

See Sergeant, we do shoot dogs in Iraq.

Colonel.

So what'd you see, reporter? [Wright pauses, unsure where to start] No other military in the world can do what we do. The Marines are America's shock troops. There anything you wanna ask me before you unhitch your wagon?

Captain Americ- [Ferrando gives him a look] Captain McGraw, sir.

All right, now- he walked a fine line. Okay? But in the end, he was within the box of acceptable behavior. But in my mind, when you allow that type of behavior to progress, you end up with a My Lai. [Glances at Wright] You think I should've taken a harsher action.

Two attempted bayonetings.

But no prisoners actually wounded. All right; now, I wasn't there to see what happened, and I have conflicting reports from those who were. But we're in a war zone, reporter. And if I expect my subordinates to remain effective in combat, then I have to show them trust. Until it's proven to me- beyond any doubt- that they are undeserving of that trust. Now, the same support I extend to Captain McGraw, is extended to all my officers. Lieutenant Fick, for example. I'm sure you're aware that there's some in this battalion who feel that Lieutenant Fick is unfit for command.

[Laughs] You should consider your sources, sir.

So what happens to my command if I respond to every complaint made against one of my men? [He pauses] It's a terrible feeling, to be the man sending other people into combat. Terrible feeling. But something else I'm struggling with... is the excitement I felt. Getting shot at. That's something I just didn't anticipate about war.

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.