Randall 'Tex' Cobb credited as playing...
Sailor
- Sailor: Man, I'm so far beyond that shit now. I get energy from the air. I talk to polar bears. I converse with paramecium. Man, I fuck nuclear waste.
- Charts: [Wondering if Scott is a Viet Nam vet] So, uh, how long were you there?
- Kevin Scott: I wasn't. Too young.
- Johnson: [Looking a little skeptical] Is he goin' with us?
- Col. Cal Rhodes: He served with 4th Recon Marines.
- Johnson: "Served"?
- Kevin Scott: I was discharged for striking a radio operator who fell asleep at his post.
- Kevin Scott: [the other men look a little askance at him, but he continues] You're worried that I have no combat experience. You're right. There's no way of proving that I won't fail in combat. But then again, you can't prove that I will, either.
- Sailor: [Grinning mischievously at Scott] This is gonna' be a whole lotta' fun with this one.
- Kevin Scott: [During night training, Sailor sprays gunfire indiscriminately at cardboard targets] Congratulations, Sailor, you just killed a prisoner.
- Sailor: [scoffs] He's a collaborator!
- Col. Cal Rhodes: [talking to Sailor in the prison exercise yard] You know, I had a heck of a time tracking you down. You, uh, wandered around all over the United States. I know a lot about you: Frank used to mention you in his letters. He said you were the best man in the unit.
- Sailor: Yeah?
- Col. Cal Rhodes: What the hell happened to you?
- Sailor: Man, I'm so far beyond that shit now... I get energy from the air! I talk to polar bears. I converse with paramecium. Man, I fuck nuclear waste! Shit...
- Sailor: You guys are gonna' be using real grenades and stuff, man. You know, they took mine when I got in here.
- Col. Cal Rhodes: Hey, look, asshole. This isn't some kind of a bullshit biker's acid trip. This is a precise military operation.
- Sailor: Hey, listen. Frank was the best man in anybody's unit. I got enough brain cells to remember that... You gotta' give me a shot, man. You gotta'.