I want answers.
You want ANSWERS?
I think i'm entitled.
You want answers?
I WANT THE TRUTH!
YOU CANT HANDLE THE TRUTH!
Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You, you Lt. Wienberg? I have a greater responsability than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines, you have that luxury. You have the luxury on not knowing what I know. That Santiagos death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves live.
Deep down inside, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall.
I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man that rises and sleeps under the very blanket of freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said, thank you, and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN AS TO WHAT YOU THINK YOUR ENTITLED TO.
TOM AND JACK
A FEW GOOD MEN