Hold on a sec, we got to take a boat?
Barnes Yes sir, just to get to the other side of the bay.
Nobody said anything about a boat.
Barnes Is there a problem, sir?
No, no problem, I'm just not that crazy about boats, that's all.
Jesus Christ, Kaffee, you're in the Navy for crying out loud!
Nobody likes her very much.
Barnes Yes, Sir.
I have here the Marine Corps Outline for Recruit Training. I'd like you to turn to the chapter on "code reds".
Barnes Well, you see, sir, "code red" is a term we use, just down in Gitmo--
Oh, then, we're in luck. Marching Orders/Standard Operating Procedure, Rifle Security Company, Guatanamo Bay, Cuba. I'm sure we'll find it in there.
Barnes You won't find it in there, either, sir.
Cpl. Barnes, I'm a Marine. You mean to tell me there's no manual, no set of instructions that tells me, as a Marine, one of my duties is to perform "code reds?"
Barnes No, sir. No book, sir.
[As Ross returns to his seat, Kaffee gets up and snatches the Rifle Company SOP out of his hand]
Cpl. Barnes, turn to the page in this book that tells me how to get to the mess hall.
Barnes Lt. Kaffee, that's not in the book, sir.
You mean the whole time you've been at Gitmo, you've never had a meal?
Barnes No, sir. Three squares a day, sir.
Then how did you find the mess hall if it wasn't in this book?
Barnes Well, sir, like everybody else, I just followed the crowd at chow time, sir.