Waiter: Are you ready to order?
Rose: Yes, goddammit. I'm going to have the fucking poached salmon, with the son-of-a-bitching rice, and a dirty bastard salad with a shitload of Roquefort dressing. Thank you. And um, who knows what this asshole wants.
Eddie Birdlace: Uh, I'll just take a fucking beer.
Rose: Eddie, what's the problem?
Eddie Birdlace: Oh, no problem. Just a man with a mission.
Rose: What mission?
Eddie Birdlace: You and me, against the pricks. Are you with me?
Rose: What's a 'jarhead'?
Eddie Birdlace: Oh, that's just what we call ourselves. You see, i'm a United States marine. It's okay if we say it but if a squid say's it, you know, a sailor? then it's fist city. But it's alright if a, if a woman say's it... especially if she can sing as good as you can.
Rose: Thanks. Thanks very much. Jarhead.
Berzin: Let me tell you something about bullshit. It's everywhere. You hit me with a little, I buy it. I hit you with a little, you buy it. It doesn't make us idiots. That's what makes us buddies. We buy what the corps hand out, and that's what makes us marines. And the corps buy all the bullshit from president kennedy, and president kennedy is buying all the bullshit from everybody in the US of the fucking A, and that's what makes us Americans.
Rose: It's just really nice to talk to someone. Really nice.
Marcie: Only $50?
Berzin: Come on, Marcie! Cut me some slack, will you?
Marcie: Slack? No, you find slack in the dictionary between "shit" and "syphilis".
Eddie Birdlace: Where's our FUCKING drinks?
Rose: You boys sure like to swear.
Eddie Birdlace: No, we just like to drink.
Rose: [after learning the marines are shipping out] Where are you going?
Eddie Birdlace: Okinawa. But I'm aiming for this other place. It's a little country near India called Vietnam.
Rose: Yeah, I think I read about it. Aren't they fighting there or something?
Eddie Birdlace: No, not really. We'll just be there as advisors to teach them how to take care of the Commies.
Rose: That could be dangerous.
Eddie Birdlace: Nah. We'll kick a little ass, take a few names. Be back in a couple of months.
Eddie Birdlace: Out-fucking-standing!
Eddie Birdlace: Why do we bullshit each other like this?
Berzin: Are you kidding me? Look, I bullshit you, you bullshit me. We take our bullshit from the military, who takes their bullshit from President Kennedy, who takes bullshit from everyone else. And that's what makes us Americans, Birdlace.