Did you order the code red?!
You don't have to answer that question!
I'll answer the question.
You want answers?
I think I'm entitled.
You want answers?!
I WANT THE TRUTH!
YOU CAN'T 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 Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility
than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you
curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury
of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while
tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque
and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want
the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about
at parties, you want me on that wall, you need
me on that wall. We use words like ‘honor,’ ‘code,’ ‘loyalty.’
We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending
something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither
the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man
who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very 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 what you think you are
Did you order the Code Red?
I did the job....
DID YOU ORDER THE CODE RE..
YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT I DID!!!!!!!