Movie, 1999
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120188/
George Clooney, Mark Wahlberg, Ice Cube
You're on the path to truth when you smell shit.
Isn't that what they say, sergeant?
... make sure this is more than a love letter from one Iraqi to another.
- It's a series of bunkers outside Karbala, sir.
Bolo! Get in here.
-What's Bolo, sir?
Bolo is a guy who doesn't know what he's doing.
What's the most important thing in life.
--Respect
Too dependent on other people.
--What, Love?
A little Disneyland, isn't it?
--God's will.
Close.
--What is it then?
Necessity.
--As in?
As in people do what is most necessary to them at any given moment.
Make the fight of freedom on your own.
Then America will follow.
The way this works is,
you do the thing you're scared shitless of...
and you get teh courage after you do it.
Not before you do it.
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Talk b/w >Troy Barlow (prisoner) and Captain Said:
What is the problem
with Michael Jackson?
>What do you mean?
What is the problem with Michael Jackson?
What is the problem with Michael Jackson?
You understand my question?
>l`m not sure l do.
The King of Pop.
Michael Jackson.
He come to Egypt.
l see picture in newspaper.
``Hello,`` with the white glove.
``l`m Michael Jackson in my hotel room...
...with my chop-up face.`` Your country
make him chop up his face.
>l don`t think so.
Michael Jackson is pop king of sick
fucking country.
>That`s bullshit. He did it to himself.
You are the blind bullshit, my main man.
lt is so obvious a black man...
...make the skin white and the hair
straight, and you know why?
>No.
Your sick fucking country make the black
man hate himself...
...just like you hate the Arab
and the children you bomb over here.
>l don`t hate children.
...
Do your Army care about the children
in lraq? Do they come back to help?
No, they`re not coming.
Do your Army...
...come back to help the people?
Tell the truth, dudesky.
Save us the big bummer.
You bomb my family. Do you know that?
You blow up my home. The whole street.
My wife is crush by big fucking
block of concrete.
She lose her legs.
Those legs cut off now.
>-That`s horrible.
-What?
>l said that`s horrible.
My God, buddy. l didn`t even told you
the horrible part yet.
My son....
My son was killed in his bed.
He is 1 years old.
He is sleeping with his toy
when the bomb come.
>l have a daughter.
Very nice for you, bro.
She`s safe in Arizona...
...without the bomb, the concrete and
all this shit.
>l`m not from Arizona.
How old is she?
>One month old.
What`s her name?
>Krystal.
What make you decide to tell me
about Krystal, my main man?
>Because we`re both fathers.
l`m not father no more, dude.
Remember?
My son is dead now.
Can you think how it feel
inside your heart...
...if l bomb your daughter?
>Worse than death.
That`s right.
Worse than death.
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