Rogue Warrior

Admiral Payton:
Commander, this is Payton. What's your status?

Dick Marcinko:
It's a total goat f***. God damn KPA were waiting for us. My men are dead.

Admiral Payton:
Jesus Christ! Abort!

Dick Marcinko:
F*** no!

Admiral Payton:
Come in, Marcinko. What are you seeing?

Dick Marcinko:
It's a goat f***, Admiral. Your intel was bullshit. The missiles are going by land, not sea. These motherf***ers are loading them onto a train.

Admiral Payton:
Christ! Can you intercept them in time?

Dick Marcinko:
If you stop yapping...

Dick Marcinko:
[after killing a North Korean soldier] Drop dead, motherf***er. You f***ing amateurs!

Dick Marcinko:
[after getting shot] Jesus Christ, god damn it, Christ!

Dick Marcinko:
[First lines] A spec warrior: One who gives a f***. That's me. Whether I'm prowling or growling or going full f***ing Faulkner with lots of sound and fury, you cannot miss. I get the job done, and today that means flying under the radar into North Korea. The brass running this op is a dip-dunk desk-jockey named Admiral Travis Peyton. He tells me the mission is beyond classified, so I'm running a skeleton crew. Minimum footprint, maximum impact. SOP for a**holes like me. I trained these men in the SEAL program and they've saved my ugly ass more than once. They're dirtbags and hard motherf***ers. When I'm staring death in the face, it's them I want watching my six. A mole inside the North Korean regime has intel on a munitions factory producing a new breed of missiles. My orders are to make contact and recon the factory. The brass is calling it a simple op, a typical snoop n poop. One thing I learned is that there's a thin line between a simple op and a total goat f***.

Dick Marcinko:
F***ing wind is so cold it would freeze the balls off a f***ing polar bear.

Dick Marcinko:
[From the video game trailer] Washington called this a simple op, but given the chance Murphy calls your bluff. Now my SEALs are dead. And I finish what I start...

Dick Marcinko:
GODDAMN COCKBREATH COMMIE MOTHERF***ERS!

Dick Marcinko:
Payton's got his panties in a bunch about insubordination. Threatening to court-martial my ass, man I don't give a rusty f*** what he thinks. I'm paid for results, not methods.

[Last line]

Navy SEAL Commander:
I heard the commies cost you two good men, commander. I'm sorry.

Dick Marcinko:
Not as sorry as those motherf***ers.

Dick Marcinko:
Suck my balls, my hairy f***ing big balls. Wrap them around your f***ing mouth.

Dick Marcinko:
F*** PISS GODDAMN SH*T!