Generation Kill

[Marines are cheering and catcalling a female Marine sitting on the back of a truck.]

Cpl. Anthony 'Manimal' Jacks :
I'm gonna hit that shit!

Cpl. Evan 'Q-Tip' Stafford :
You must be wearing your desert goggles, that ain't nothing but a piece of nappy-haired Whiskey Tango.

Cpl. James Chaffin:
He's right, man, you ain't hittin' shit. W.M. like that, nah, she be wearing kevlar panties nailed on top of a concertina wire bush.

Cpl. Anthony 'Manimal' Jacks :
Yeah, well, I'm gonna do a recon poo. I'm gonna make a path for all you motherfuckers.

Cpl. James Chaffin:
Shit, man, can you imagine the stank on that cunt?

Cpl. Anthony 'Manimal' Jacks :
That is exactly where I am going. Yes sir, I'm going to go down on her like she got all of Saddam's WMDs just buried right between her legs [pulls out his gas mask and starts "eating it out] Brrr!

Cpl. James Chaffin:
You better dig deep! Oh yeah, baby. Get in there, Jacks. Give it a little tap! Pat it, pat it!

Sgt. Antonio 'Poke' Espera:
It's not that bad over here. Don't kill yourself like that.

[Manimal puts on the gas mask]

Cpl. James Chaffin:
Shit, go get it baby. Get some for old J.C. Get Some!

[Manimal starts walking over to the female ]

Cpl. James Chaffin:
Oh, shit. Smash!

Sgt. Major John Sixta:
[stops Manimal] Belays that, Devil Dog! You's a squealin'..like a bunch of butt-fucked Vassar bitches! Un-fuck yourselves! or we gon' suffer the spectacle of a W.M. with a bunch of horny Devil Dogs trailin' her stern! Get yourselves squared up here! [Turns to Manimal] Corporal. You inapporpriatin' your chemical filtration device by attemptin' fornication wi' it! Jesus, do I have to tell you not to desecrate your mask with perversions!? [To the group of Marines nearby] Where the fuck are your helmets?!