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Private Eightball: No shit. At least ten times a day. Private Cowboy: Last week he was sent down to Da Nang to see the Navy head shrinker, and the crazy fucker starts jerking off in the waiting room. Instant Section Eight. He was just robert smith waiting for his papers to clear division. T.H.E. Rock: You're going home now. Crazy Earl: Semper fi. Donlon: We're mean marines, sir. Private Eightball: Go easy, bros. Animal robert smith Mother: Better robert smith you than me. Private Joker: Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me? Private Cowboy: Hey, start the cameras. This is "Vietnam - the Movie." Private Eightball: Yeah, Joker can be John Wayne. I'll be a horse. Donlon: T.H.E. Rock can be a rock. T.H.E. Rock: I'll be Ann-Margret. Doc Jay: Animal Mother can be a rabid buffalo. Crazy Earl: I'll be General Custer. Private Rafterman: Well, who'll be the Indians? Animal Mother: Hey, we'll let the gooks play the Indians.
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