O Destemido Senhor da Guerra

Jail Binger: I don't like soldier boys.

Highway: Say what?

Jail Binger: If you wanna pop that puppy's can you don't have to grease him so hard, jarhead.

Highway: Well, it sounds like you're a man of experience.

Jail Binger: What the hell's that supposed to mean, grunge shit.

Highway: It means: Be advised. I'm mean, nasty and tired. I eat concertina wire and piss napalm and I can put a round in a flea's ass at 200 meters. So why don't you go hump somebody else's leg, mutt face, before I push yours in.

Jail Binger: Ain't gonna be so smart with your balls stuffed in your mouth, jarhead!

Highway: [hands cigar to the young man] Hang on to this, boy. I think war's just been declared.