Good Morning, Vietnam1987

Sergeant Major Dickerson:
Talk.

Adrian:
These two behemoths were physically abusing a Vietnamese national. I thought since we're here to defend the c-

Sergeant Major Dickerson:
So you started a brawl, turned the place upside down- real intelligent solution. Do you have any idea how ridiculous it makes me look to have a man under my command start a f***ing bar brawl? [Pauses, glaring at Garlick, who is watching from another room. Garlick promptly disappears.] You're not gonna last long here, pal.

Adrian:
You can always send me back to Crete.

Sergeant Major Dickerson:
Oh, you think this is a joke! I can come up with alternatives other than Crete- I'm real good at stuff like that. I got people stuck in places they haven't even considered how to get out of yet. You don't think I can come up with somethin' good? Can you envision some fairly unattractive alternatives?

Adrian:
Not without slides.

Sergeant Major Dickerson:
A bar brawl, that's one, Cronauer. You better stay cool. You better not get involved in anything. You better not even come in range of anything that happens. Or your ass is grass and I'm a lawnmower. Am I being fairly clear?

Adrian:
Yes, sir.

Sergeant Major Dickerson:
Sir! Do you see anything on this uniform indicating an officer? [Pointing to his rank insignia] What does three up and three down mean to you, Airman?

Adrian:
End of an inning?

Sergeant Major Dickerson:
Sergeant Major. Now you get the hell out of here right now!