Howell You are a very strange-looking individual if you don't mind me saying so, Private. Name?
Andy Walker Andy Walker.
Howell How long have you been dead, son?
Andy Walker Sir?
Howell I am not "Sir"! I am Sergeant Howell or Sarge. "Sir" you save for useless people. The name is "Ghoul," you say?
Andy Walker Walker, Sergeant!
Howell Ghoul it is.
Andy Walker Yes, Sergeant!
SH Sergeant Howell
[Open Scene]
This is a personal gift from the government of the United States for each and everyone of you. A standard issue US-Rifle United States Army, 30 mm caliber, shutterfly, semi-automatic weapon, designed to bring death and destruction to the enemy. This is to be your lover, your mistress, your concubine, perhaps the only thing in your life that you've ever loved.
CC Company Commander
Lads let's dance. Grab a girl!
SH Sergeant Howell
Do not point your gun forward.
SH Sergeant Howell
I do not want to be shot today ... no matter how much you are tempted.
CC Company Commander
Bring attention!
CC Company Commander
Problem private Cornstein?
SH Sergeant Howell
Was there no one of your size, or is it the color that is the problem?
I was told I don't have to carry a weapon.
SH Sergeant Howell
Come again? step forward private, I can't be hearing this right.
Well, I'm sorry sir, I can not touch a gun.
Smitty Ryker [BREATHING HEAVILY] [GROANING SOFTLY]
Howell There's something off in your presentation, Private. Can't place it. Is it your hair? Is it the wrinkle in your trousers?
Smitty Ryker I have a knife in my foot, Sergeant.
Howell Oh, yes, of course, that's it. The knife. What is your name, soldier?
Smitty Ryker Smitty Ryker.
Howell No, your name is Private Idiot. Do you know why?
Smitty Ryker Because I have a knife in my foot.
Howell Who placed the knife there, Private?
Smitty Ryker It was an accident, Sarge. We was playing Stretch.
Howell I am heartened by the knowledge you did not place it there with intention. Who threw the knife?
Kirzinski I did, Sergeant. Private Kirzinski.
Howell You look part Indian. To what tribe do you belong, son?
Kirzinski No, I'm Polish.
Howell Wrong. I believe you must have Cherokee or Shawnee blood in you.
Kirzinski No, Sergeant.
Howell Are you contradicting me, you wagon-burning son of a bitch?
Kirzinski No, Sergeant!
Howell Let me see your Indian war cry, son.
Kirzinski I don't...
Howell [IMITATING WAR CRY]
HK Howell & Kirzinski
[BOTH IMITATING WAR CRY]
Howell Louder! Let me see it.
Kirzinski [IMITATES WAR CRY LOUDER]
Howell What is your animal spirit? Are you a garter snake?
Kirzinski No, Sergeant!
Howell Are you a chipmunk?
Kirzinski No, Sergeant!
Howell Are you a dancing reindeer?
Kirzinski No, Sergeant!
Howell Are you contradicting me, Private?
Kirzinski No, Sergeant!
Howell Good. Then I shall henceforth call you "Chief" as a sign of great respect to your people.
Kirzinski Thank you, Sergeant!
Howell Are you grinning at me, boy, or is that your natural state?
Howell Name, Private?
Howell I have seen stalks of corn with better physiques. Makes me want to pull an ear off, Private. Can you carry your weight?
Howell Should be easy for you, then. Corporal.
Howell Make sure you keep this man away from strong winds.
S Sergeant
Yes, Sergeant.