Evil, be thou my good.
They're on our right, they're on our left, they're in front of us, they're behind us; they can't get away from us this time.
Old breed? New breed? There's not a damn bit of difference so long as it's the Marine breed.
So they've got us surrounded, good! Now we can fire in any direction, those b*****ds won't get away this time!
We're surrounded. That simplifies the problem!
I want to go where the guns are!
Take me to the Brig. I want to see the "real Marines".
I fell in love with Boston, so hopefully, I'll be here for a long time.
If Jesus was a Jew, how come he has a Mexican first name?
Victimization has its privileges, and I want some.
I shall await the first shot, and if you do not batter us to pieces, we shall be starved out in a few days.