Where the hell do you put the bayonet?
Take me to the Brig. I want to see the "real Marines".
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.
I want to go where the guns are!
So they've got us surrounded, good! Now we can fire in any direction, those b*****ds won't get away this time!