That bunch of daisies? [laughs scornfully] I'm putting together a whole new group of people. Men that take life seriously. 200 miles out there, there's men sitting in nuclear submarines just waiting to put us in their crosshairs. Who's gonna protect us, mister? The Army? They're a bunch of toy soldiers. Half-breeds! Women! Homosexuals! That's who is protecting our country!
Excuse the hell out of me. We happen to be involved in an operation. And if something is going down between you and our middleman, then I need to know it!
There's nothing going down. You don't need to know anything. And where the hell do you come off demanding that I bare my soul to you? You're my partner, not my priest!
What could you do, man? You didn't know how. They don't teach that in the academy. You learn it in the street, in the world, in our hearts. Where I know you have it.
Let's you and me have a drink. Man to man. That's right, Crockett. I'm a real man. A real man makes mistakes. I made one with Mike. And I've paid. A real man thinks. And he changes. A real man uses his brains. If he's lucky, after a couple of years, he gets wisdom. But you... You still want to hang that rap on me. Well, buddy, I found more ways to hang that rap on myself than you or the devil will ever know about!
