Do you read the bible, Brett? Well there's this passage I got memorized, sort of fits the occasion.
Yah! You've got to ask yourself one question. Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?
Fatty, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns.
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.
Shut up! I won't have a yellow bastard sitting here *crying* in front of these brave men who have been wounded in battle!
You may get shot, and you may get killed, but you're going up to the fighting. Either that, or I'm going to stand you up in front of a firing squad. I ought to shoot you myself, you god-damned... bastard!