Sir, this officer candidate request permission to see you in private... sir.
Mayo, the whole class already knows about Candidate Worley, and we're sorry.
Oh, I'm sure you are.
Most scenes together: GySgt. Emil Foley & Zack Mayo (11), GySgt. Emil Foley & Sid Worley (3), Zack Mayo & Sid Worley (3)
Sir, this officer candidate request permission to see you in private... sir.
Mayo, the whole class already knows about Candidate Worley, and we're sorry.
Oh, I'm sure you are.
You didn't kick him out, did you? Wait, sir! Didn't he tell you what he's been going through?
It doesn't matter what he's been going through; that's what bartenders are for. What does matter is that he freaked out for some reason at twenty-five thousand feet, and that can happen. Period.
There's this girl that he's gotten pregnant, and she's putting him through hell, sir.
He's right, Zack. It doesn't matter.
Just like that? It's all over? With less than two weeks to go, you're out?
It can still happen to you too, Mayo-naise.
I am talking to you, mother****er!
What did you call me?
Hey, kid. Are you Zack?
Yes, sir.
I'm Byron; nice to meet you.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Gunnery Sgt, Ensign Mayo, sir. [salutes]
I'll never forget you.
Thank you, sir.
Gunnery Sgt, Ensign Seegar, sir.
Oh, Sid! Let's do it right now! I wonder where we'll get stationed? I've always wanted to go to Hawaii!
Honey, we're not being stationed anywhere. I D.O.R.'d.
I D.O.R.'d. I wasn't cut out to be a pilot. I was faking it. I've been faking everything up to now.
But... What'll we do? Where would we go?
Oklahoma. I'll get my old job back at JC Penney's. Hell, in two years, I'll be floor manager. You're going to love Oklahoma! You and mama will get along great. Money might be tight, so we'll live at home. It's going to work out.
Sid... There's no baby.
What?
I'm not pregnant. I got my period this morning. There's no baby, Sid.
I'll be goddamned. What do you say we get married anyway? I love you! I don't think I really knew that till just now, just this second. I have never been happier in my life than I have in the last seven weeks. I've never felt so relaxed, and I've never felt so loved for who I really am. Lynette, marry me. Make me the happiest man in the whole world.
I'm sorry, Sid, but I don't wanna marry you. I really like you. We've had ourselves some really great times, but I thought you understood. I want to marry a pilot. I want to live my life overseas. The wife of an aviator...[bitterly] Damn you! Goddamn you! Nobody DOR's after 11 weeks! NOBODY!
What do you want? You want to ****? Is that what you want? You wanna ****? All right, come here. Get on the bed. Take your clothes off. I'll give you a good ****.
Where's that coming from?
Get on the bed.
I wouldn't **** you now if my life --
Then get the hell out of here, because I don't need this shit.
I don't know who you think you're talking to, you know. I'm not some whore you brought in here. I'm trying to be nice to you. I'm trying to be your friend, Zack.
Well, then be a friend. Get out of here.
Fine. Fine. You know, man. You ain't nothing special. You got no manners. You treat women like whores. And if you ask me, you ain't got no chance of being no officer.
You only give a shit about yourself. All your classmates know it. Do you think they would trust you behind the controls of a plane? You'd probably zipp off in my F-14 and sell it to the Cubans.
No, sir! No, sir! I love my country.
Sell it to the Air Force, Mayo. Sell it to the Air Force! [moves to his head] Talk to me. Now why would a slick hustler like you sign up for this abuse?
I want to fly jets.
My grandmama wants to fly jets.
I wanted it since I was a kid!
We're not talking about flying. We're talking about character!
I've changed. I've changed since I've been here.
The hell you have.
I've changed, sir!
No, you've just polished your act a little bit. You just shined it up! [moves up to concrete slab and looks down on Mayo] Now tell me what I want to hear. I want your DOR.
No sir.
I want your DOR.
I ain't going to quit.
Spell it! D-O-R.
I ain't gonna quit!
Yeah then you can be free, and you and your daddy can get drunk and go whore-chasing together!
No, sir!
DOR.
I ain't going to quit!
Alright then, you can forget it! [tries to leave] You're OUT!
Don't you do it! Don't! You... I GOT NOWHERE ELSE TO GO! I got nowhere else to g... I got nothin' else.
All right Mayo, on your feet.
I'll never forget you, Sergeant.
I know.
I wouldn't have made it without you.
Thank you, Sergeant.
Shit. I am not going to make it. Help me out, Sid. Got a spare, man?
My spare sucks. You know where the hardware store is.
Zack, I need a buckle, man.
I can't risk it.
You got plenty of time, man. He's still out with the girls.
Can't do it.
Zack, I got to see my family, man. I can't take it if he let me out of here this weekend.
Wouldn't want you to get an honor violation, Perryman.
OK.
Attention on deck.
In every class, there's always one joker who thinks that he's smarter than me! In this class, it happens to be you, isn't it, Mayonnaise? [hits rafter access tile with a stick, causing contraband to fall out] Perryman, Worley...let us have this room. On the double.
Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.
Stow it!
Mayo, I want your DOR.
No, sir. You can kick me outta here, but I ain't quitting.
Get into your fatigues, Mayo. By the end of this weekend, you'll quit.
There are only two things come out of Arizona. they are steers and q***rs."
Sergeant Foley, can't you see; A Puget Deb is after me; Please don't let me catch my tail; I'd be better off in the country jail...! My mom was a Deb, my grandma too; That's all them gals know how to do; She'll catch my butt before she's through; Sergeant Foley, it's up to you!
Candidate Mayo's strutting in the dirt; Look at his face, he's starting to hurt; Here he is, thinking he's a great big star; But before too long, he's gonna D.O.R.; Seen guys like you a hundred times; I'm telling you, Mayo, I'm one of a kind; Gonna give you more than you can take; I'm gonna watch you crumble and watch you break!
Now this is my idea of an a** bandit. Wait till some of the local girls get a look at you, Scrotum Head.
I expect to lose half of you before I'm finished. I will use every means necessary - fair and unfair - to trip you up, to expose your weaknesses as a potential aviator.