Fritz Matthews: Sgt. Holt

Operation Warzone

Sgt. Holt

Sgt. Holt: How'd you guys get in here?
Specialist Hawkins: We're rats. Tunnel rats.
Cpl. Butler: Tunnel rats? Christ, now we're running a fucking zoo around here!
[enraged, Hawkins punches Butler]
Sgt. Holt: That's enough!
Cpl. Butler: [to Hawkins] Payback's a bitch, rat man!
Sgt. Holt: Put a lid on it, Butler!
Specialist Hawkins: Hey, why don't you guys go jerk off somewhere else? In five minutes, these tunnels are gonna be cramming with gooks and I don't plan on being their main course!

Sgt. Holt: [after their fistfight] All right, you gonna level with me and tell me what's going on, or are we gonna dance again?
Specialist Hawkins: All right! I'll level with you. But first... let me ask you something. How long have you been here in country?
Sgt. Holt: 18 months.
Specialist Hawkins: And in those 18 months, how many times have you and your men taken a hill, village, or piece of ground only to return it back to the enemy days later?
Sgt. Holt: So?
Specialist Hawkins: Don't you get it? They're not gonna let us win. Because if we win, the war stops and if the war stops, the money stops.

[last lines]
Cpl. Butler: What was that about? What'd he say?
Sgt. Holt: He gave me the code. The real code.
Cpl. Butler: Yeah?
Sgt. Holt: He said we should use it, get the arms shipment... win the war. Can we do it?
Cpl. Butler: [after a pause] Why the hell not?

[during the firefight with the Viet Cong]
Cpl. Butler: We're in trouble now! I'm running low on ammo!
Sgt. Holt: No shit! So am I!
[Adams stops firing and begins banging his fist against his M-16 rifle]
Cpl. Adams: Argh! My fucking gun is jammed again!
Sgt. Holt: Hit it harder!
[after a pause, Adams head-butts his M-16, and after testing it by firing a single round in the air, he resumes firing]

Sgt. Holt: Look, a tunnel!
Cpl. Butler: Tunnel? No way, I hate tunnels! Tunnels are death traps!
[bullets being ricocheting around them]
Sgt. Holt: They're all around us! We're going down!
Cpl. Butler: Oh no no, not me!
Cpl. Adams: You got a better idea?
Cpl. Butler: Yeah! Stay alive!
Sgt. Holt: Good luck!
[Holt and Adams crawl into the tunnel and, after a pause, Butler follows suit]

[points his .45 caliber pistol at Hawkins]
Sgt. Holt: Let's get something straight here! I'm the sergeant... which puts me in command. You got a problem with that?
Spc. Sgt. Hawkins: No.
Sgt. Holt: [to Jenson] Do you?
[Jenson shakes his head meaning 'no']
Sgt. Holt: [lowers his gun] Now that we have a mutual understanding. We need to get out of here. We need food, we need water, and we need ammunition.
Spc. Sgt. Hawkins: I know where you can get some.
Sgt. Holt: How far?
Spc. Sgt. Hawkins: Three... four miles at the most. But we gotta travel underground. It's too damn hot upstairs.
Cpl. Butler: Oh, that's great! That's just fucking great!
Sgt. Holt: [to Hawkins] Why should I trust you?
Spc. Sgt. Hawkins: Because you don't have a choice.
Sgt. Holt: Very well. Lead the way rat man.