Last Detail

Mulhall:
I hate this detail. I hate this mother-f***ing, chicken-sh*t detail!

Meadows:
If you're Catholic, do you think it's a sin to chant?

Budduskey:
Did it get you laid?

Meadows:
No.

Budduskey:
Then Meadows, what the f*** do you want to go on chanting for?

Meadows:
Drop your socks and grab your c*cks, we're going to a party.

Budduskey:
If this kid gets p*ssy out of this I'll eat my f***ing flat hat, man.

Budduskey:
I am the motherf***ing shore patrol, motherf***er! I am the motherf***ing shore patrol! Give this man a beer.

Meadows:
I don't want a beer.

Budduskey:
You're gonna have a f***in' beer!

Mulhall:
Tell you what, mister citizen bartender. You can take your beers and shove 'em up your ass sideways. Can you dig it?

Mulhall:
When you're in the Navy, shitbird, and you're in transit, nobody knows where the f*** ya are. Now go tell that MAA to f*** himself; I ain't goin' on no sh*t detail!

Buddusky:
Boy, they really stuck it to ya, didn't they, kid! Stick it in and break it off. Up your giggy with a wah-wah brush, stick it in an' break it off.

Mulhall:
Leave the kid alone...

Buddusky:
Take it easy, Meaddas, you're makin' Mulhouse hungry.

Buddusky:
Y'know, kid... you got a helluva knack for killin' a conversation.

Buddusky:
Goddamn grunts, kickin' the sh*t outta him... 'Maggot' this... 'Maggot' that... Kid don't stand a chance.

Buddusky:
Heineken? Why it's the finest beer in the world! President Kennedy used to drink it!

Buddusky:
Welcome to the wonderful world of p*ssy, kid.

Mulhall:
We'd better catch that train.

Budduskey:
We still got time for a beer.

Mulhall:
Now wait a minute, man.

Seaman Meadows:
I ain't old enough.

Budduskey:
Ain't old enough for what?

Seaman Meadows:
For a beer.

Budduskey:
Everybody's old enough for a beer. Ain't that right, Mule?

Mulhall:
Yeah.

Budduskey:
One time... when I was... Oh Jesus Christ...! A friend of mine was looking for me. And I was up on top of his car and I pissed on his head... Just being crazy, you know what I mean?

Mulhall:
Don't you get crazy with me.

Budduskey:
He looks like a goddamn big penguin, don't he?

Young Whore:
Jesus Christ! That's what I call quick.

Mulhall:
Chant your ass off, kid, but any p*ssy you get in this world you're gonna have to pay for, one way or another.

Mulhall:
Are you shittin' me?