Stitch Jones:
You see, it's all a question of mind over matter. We no longer mind, 'cause, you don't matter. You've been voted out of office, baby.
Highway:
Mister Jones, you fall out in that street or I'm gonna kick your ass right off this fuckin' planet.
Stitch Jones:
Oh, I don't think so, babe. Swede!
Recon Platoon:
[Chanting loudly] Swede, Swede, Swede, Swede, Swede!
[A tall and powerfully-built Marine (Swede Johanson) comes into view, standing in front of Highway and menacingly towering over him]
Stitch Jones:
Uh, Gunny, I'd like you to meet my big friend, Swede Johanson. Swede, say something charming to the man.
Swede Johanson:
I'm gonna rip your head off and shit down your neck.
[Swede throws the first punch; Highway dodges it and grabs Swede's arm in a joint lock, forcing him down]
Highway:
Stick your chin up. [Swede does] Higher. [punches Swede, knocking him to the floor] Now get your ass out in that street, ladies. Right this second.
Stitch Jones:
[hastily] Uh, I'll catch you later, Swede!
[The platoon rushes outside; Swede gets up and faces Highway]
Swede Johanson:
Sir, I'll wait outside for the MPs to come.
Thomas Highway:
Negative, Johanson. You're going to become a Marine, right now. [Swede gives him a questioning look as he realizes he won't go to the brig] Fall out.
Swede Johanson:
Yes, sir.
