Walter. I know you're in there. That scum-sucking, barking rat of yours has just taken his last dump on my lawn. I find one more- just one- and I'm gonna catch him and staple his ass shut.
About a 9 on the tension scale, Rube.
In Southeast Asia we'd call this kind of thing bad karma.
I don't know. I'd love to have a nickel for every goddamn time we had to watch this tape. I'd be a rich 'un.
Friends are the family you choose.
...Salt Water, some people claim the Atomic Throw is impossible. Those people are wimps! If you believe in yourself, like the Salt Water Redneck believes in himself, you too can learn the moves, the skills, the Atomic Throw. [Zak mimics throwing] Some of these moves are outlawed in international countries.
We watched that throw ten times already.
I love Salt Water Redneck, and he is my hero, and he is totally... he is totally a badass. And he's the greatest person ever. That's it.
And you will be the next badass.
Zak, you and Rosemary have both lost your privileges for the week.
Oh, I really don't care.
Oh.
I got the solution for that. Move Rosemary in her with him and I. I can keep an eye on both of them.
Oh! That'd be great. I'll set that right up.
Yeah, sure.
Zak, this is not a joke. That's twice. Two times that you've tried to run. And no I have to label you a flight risk. That sucks. [Holds up pictorial request paper to Zak] Is that what you gave Rosemary to convince her to pretend be choking?
Yes, it is.
It's really creative.
Thank you.
Not just creative. It's genius. You know why? That's an advertisement for what he wants to do for the rest of his life!
Carl.
I don't know her. I am young, and I am not old. Carl is old. And we are different. And I don't know why I am here.
I wish I had a better option for you, Zak. But I don't. You don't have a family that can provide adequate supervision for you. I know. So that the state has to put you somewhere, and this just happens to be that place.
You been here two years?
Two and a half years.
We gotta fix that.
Just try to be good. Okay? Tell me you'll try.
Fine.
Time to plant some corns.
Criminy!
What are you packing, tiny?
Packing? Packing you. [trapping Stuart in a giant net bag]
There is physical evidence that, as an ensign, he did become so physically intoxicated that he not only allowed himself to be tattooed, but tattooed on his genitalia. Now, call me a prude if you want, but I don't think it's good policy for the Navy to hand over a billion-dollar piece of equipment to a man who has "Welcome Aboard" tattooed on his penis!
It's good to see you again, Dodge. Been about four years.
Something like that, sir; not since we were both at King's Bay.
You're about to join the elite of the submarine service. The best the U.S. Navy has to offer.
Damn good feeling, sir.
As a matter of fact, there she is right now: your new boat. [Dodge turns to look; a rusty old submarine is tied up at the pier.] USS Stingray, SS-161.
That! This can't be my boat, sir.
Well, it most certainly is. Balao-class, refitted 1958.
Balao-class?! But that's a diesel sub! This is a joke, right? The Navy doesn't even use diesels anymore!
They do now; she's been recommissioned.
Well, no disrespect to the USS Rust-Oleum here, but I'd be better off in the Merrimac! I was trained to command a nuclear boat!
Are you refusing to take command?
...No, sir.
Good. You'll meet your crew here tomorrow morning, at 0700.
They also left over from World War II, sir?
No, Captain. They've been hand-picked. By me.
Sir, this entire exercise is invalid. [gestures with his fingers] Dodge left the containment area -
after you narrowed him down without proper authorization.
He ignored a direct order!
Stow it, Yancy. He had higher orders... and you can forget about that third star. [Smiles and walks away]
Have a drink with your old man. Be somebody!
I can give you a free gift. Would you like a hat or a seat cushion?
Dad? Do you want a hat or a seat cushion?
I'll take a hat.
Why do you want meatloaf if it isn't even on the dinner menu?
'Cause I like it.
What can I get you?
Do you have any meatloaf?
No, that's only part of our lunch specials.
He'll have the chicken.
Fried or grilled?
Fried.
He'll have it grilled. I think I'd like the roast beef, but I'm not entirely sure. What do you recommend?
Everything's all good ma'am, but I especially like the tilapia.
Oh, then I'll have the roast beef.
I'll have the tilapia.
Django... Django... Django... You got sand, Django. Boy's got sand! I got no use for a **** with sand. I want you to burn a runaway "R" right his cheek, and the girl, too. I want you to take them to the Greenville auction and sell 'em. Both of 'em… separately. And this one… you will sell him cheap.





