Pacio: High Pockets is alive, Compadre. I know. They torture her.
Thompson: I don't believe it. They'd have killed her first thing.
Cpl. John Boone: Shut up. How'd you find out?
Pacio: Fely. She take food in prison. Find out High Pockets alive.
Cpl. John Boone: All right, get your gear. Mac, hustle 'em up.
Thompson: Now, don't jump the gun. This boy could be wrong.
Cpl. John Boone: So what? There's still a chance.
Thompson: Look, our troops are on their way back. A full invasion. If she's alive, let the army rescue her. We can't go down there with a handful of maniacs tryin' to take a prison.
Cpl. John Boone: [ignores him] Like I said, Mac, get the men.
Cpl. John Boone: [grabs Thompson by the shirt] Listen, fella'. Your belly's full. High Pockets fed ya'! She sang for your supper. She kept your stinkin' frame together when the worms were standin' in line, just waitin' to crawl. Now *you're* gonna' do some singin'... with this!
Cpl. John Boone: [thrusts a heavy machine gun into Thompson's arms] Either that or I'll blow your whining brains out!
Cpl. John Boone: [to all the men] All right, let's go! Everybody, come on! Move it! Dig it out of the grass! Come on!