I want to go where the guns are!

They're on our right, they're on our left, they're in front of us, they're behind us; they can't get away from us this time.

Old breed? New breed? There's not a damn bit of difference so long as it's the Marine breed.

We're surrounded. That simplifies the problem!

So they've got us surrounded, good! Now we can fire in any direction, those b*****ds won't get away this time!

Take me to the Brig. I want to see the "real Marines".

Where the hell do you put the bayonet?