Battle Los Angeles

Corpsman Jibril Adukwu:
Sh*t, I'd rather be in Afghanistan.

Michele:
Maybe I can help. I'm a vetinarian. [She mispronounces veterinarian]

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
...but none of that matters right now.

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
We are not dying here, Lockett!

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
Stavro, Harris, the lieutenant needs recon on a bus. If it runs, bring it back here... Either of you know how to hotwire a bus?

Cpl. Kevin Harris:
Um, Stvrou can. He's from Jersey, sir.

Cpl. Kevin Harris:
Santos, you okay?

TSgt. Elena Santos:
Yeah. I got that nasty stuff all over my mouth, man.

Cpl. Kevin Harris:
Ha ha ha ha.

TSgt. Elena Santos:
It's not funny.

Cpl. Kevin Harris:
Ha. You let him do you on the first date.

Sgt. Major:
At 14:46 Pacific Standard Time, 12 different locations around the world were breached, in what appears to be a coordinated attack by an unknown enemy. All breaches were along the coastline, in what is a campaign of rapid dominance. This is a textbook military invasion. There are massive casualties in New York, defensive lines are being setup in Boston, and at 13:15 Zulu Time we lost communications with San Francisco and San Diego, their status is unknown. What we do know is that we are the LAST offensive force on the west coast, we can NOT lose Los Angeles.

Lt. Col. K.N. Ritchie:
We have an infestation of God-knows-what in there but they are NOT from this Earth and we gotta hit them with everything we got! They are a ground force enemy only, so the Air Force will tear them a new a**hole and we *will* rule the air! Now you got 3 hours to get your ass back before those bombs drop, and make no mistake THEY WILL DROP! with... or without you.

[first lines]

Reporter on TV:
...an unprecedented meteor shower falling off the coast of Tokyo. The entire city is mesmerized by this incredible sight. Two hours after the first contact, an unidentified enemy has reached our coastlines in a swift and militaristic attack. Right now one thing is clear: The world is at war.

1st Sgt. John Roy:
[trying to talk him out of his retirement decision] You know, we could always use another lean mean typing machine.

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
Sh*t, I ain't built like you John. Ugly, slow, soft.

LCpl. Richard Guerrero:
So what's your take on this, specs?

Cpl. Kevin Harris:
I don't know, extraterrestrial?

Cpl. Lee Imlay:
You mean like from space?

Cpl. Nick Stavrou:
No Imlay, from Canada.

2nd Lt. William Martinez:
[about Nantz's heroics] That was some new John Wayne sh*t, Staff Sgt.

[last lines]

Moped:
This is Moped two-three. Who's with me?

Dog Pound:
Good morning Moped, Dog Pound two-one one your left.

Snake Eyes:
It's good to hear a friendly voice, Dog Pound two-one. This is Snake Eyes joining the fight.

Another:
Hey Foxtrot two-one, we're on your six...

Foxtrot:
Good morning two-one, this is Foxtrot two-November. Let's take back Los Angeles.

LCpl. Steven Mottola:
It's a no-go on the helo sir. Their air support is lighting it up. Command says it's like nothing they ever seen before.

Cpl. Lee Imlay:
[looking at map] This map shows where all the units were deployed... what do all these red marks mean? [map is covered with red X's]

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
It means they're gone.

Cpl. Lee Imlay:
You mean the units got moved...

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
Wiped out.

Cpl. Lee Imlay:
All of them?

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
All of them.

Michele:
[discussing the silence after bombing run deadline passes] Could they have taken out the whole Air Force?

TSgt. Elena Santos:
[shocked] This isn't happening...

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
U.S. Marines! How many?

Michele:
Five of us! Three kids!

Michele:
Do you have kids?

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
No.

Michele:
I used to regret that, but maybe it was for the best.

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
All right, Lockett. You wanna go there. Let's go there. I commanded men and men died. Kids. 19 years old. The best men I ever led. Do you think for a second I wouldn't rather trade places with them? I know you think I got my men killed. They're dead. I'm here. Like the punchline to some bad joke. You think I like that? Do you think a minute goes by that those faces aren't right here [points to head] seared into my brain?

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
Dante, Thomas T. Corporal. 1-5-6-5-0-9-3-8-6.

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
Ambruster, William R. Private. 8-7-6-6-6-2-3-5-4.

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
Wharton, Jeffrey H. Lance Corporal. 8-7-4-2-7-3-9-9-3.

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
Lockett, Duane G. Corporal. 1-5-6-8-7-0-9

SSgt. Michael Nantz, Cpl. Jason Lockett:
5-5.

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
Your brother was an outstanding Marine. He was my friend. And I miss him every day. And you remind me of him.

Michele:
You should have the doc take a look at that.

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
I thought you were a doctor.

Michele:
[smiles] Animals and aliens only.

2nd Lt. William Martinez:
Get them out!

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
No, I'm not leaving you!

2nd Lt. William Martinez:
Get them out!

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
No! Not again!

2nd Lt. William Martinez:
I have a bag of C-4 on the bus. Give this to my wife [hands SSgt. Nantz a piece of paper] , and get them off this freeway. That's an order.

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
Yes, sir.

2nd Lt. William Martinez:
Right behind you.

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
Cover the lieutenant!

2nd Lt. William Martinez:
Here we go. [into radio] This is Lieutenant William Martinez, Echo Company, 2nd Battalion, 5th Marines. Hoorah!

TSgt. Elena Santos:
You remind me of my older brother.

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
How's that?

TSgt. Elena Santos:
He never smiles either.

SSgt. Michael Nantz:
It's OK to cry.

Cpl. Kevin Harris:
You saw that?

TSgt. Elena Santos:
[laughs] They're going down like bowling pins!