j. Gen. Joe Barrett: I did not come here because I was better or smarter than General Dawson. I'm here because I was a dogface once, and I'm supposed to have a better understanding of the men. I'm also a dropkick, so you might have a problem with the way I talk - but I guarantee you, you won't have a problem understanding me. Now I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG AROUND HERE, BUT THERE'S AN ODOR OF DECAYING MORALE THAT I CAN SMELL A MILE AWAY! Men who FEEL licked are gonna GET licked!
ok: Let's go! Let's go! I ain't got all day! Come on, stupid, come on! [Notices that the next man holding out his mess kit to him is none other than the general] Oh, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't recognize you... Hey, quick! Get something special for the general! j. Gen. Joe Barrett: I want some of that. [Cook hesitatingly ladles some stew into Barrett's messkit bowl. Barrett takes one forkful, spits it out, and sets his messkit on the table] I wouldn't feed this to a starving buzzard. [dumps the whole pot of stew onto the ground] Call HQ and have some hot chow sent up here right away. pt. Tony Sanchez: Yes, sir. [And the men around them give a loud cheer]
j. Gen. Joe Barrett: So hey, what's this about you being a G-2? l. Douglas Graham: Well, when you're too old for command, and too young to retire, and too stupid to do anything else, there's only one place for you in this man's Army - Intelligence!
j. Gen. Joe Barrett: If you wanna smoke... get in the bottom of the hole. I could see that cigarette five miles away!
