Pogue Colonel: Now answer my question or you’ll be standing tall before the man.
Private Joker: I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir.
Pogue Colonel: The what?
Private Joker: The duality of man. The Jungian thing, sir.
Pogue Colonel: Whose side are you on, son?
Private Joker: Our side, sir.
Pogue Colonel: Don’t you love your country?
Private Joker: Yes, sir.
Willard: [voice-over] It’s a way we had over here for living with ourselves. We cut ‘em in half with a machine gun and give ‘em a Band-Aid. It was a lie. And the more I saw them, the more I hated lies.
The problem with being single in Chicago.
You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen,
I ain’ with no marriage and a weddin’ ring,
I be a player fo’ life so where’s my wife,
Prob’ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe,
‘cause she must be smokin’ and I’m not jokin’
Too short baby comin’ straight from oakland,
Got way mo’ bitches than I ever need,
I put that on a big fat bag of weed,