Reflexionando sobre el sentido de la vida
Varios soldados miran a dos de sus compañeros muertos al tiempo que pronuncian palabras de despedida:
T.H.E. ROCK: You're going home now.
T.H.E. ROCK: You're going home now.
CRAZY EARL: Semper fi.
DONLON: We're mean marines, sir.
EIGHTBALL: Go easy, bros.
RAFTERMAN: Well, at least they died for a good cause.
ANIMAL MOTHER: What cause was that?
RAFTERMAN: Freedom.
ANIMAL MOTHER: Flush out your head gear, new guy. You think we waste gooks for freedom? This is a slaughter. If I'm gonna get my balls blown off for a word... my word is "poontang."
RAFTERMAN: Well, at least they died for a good cause.
ANIMAL MOTHER: What cause was that?
RAFTERMAN: Freedom.
ANIMAL MOTHER: Flush out your head gear, new guy. You think we waste gooks for freedom? This is a slaughter. If I'm gonna get my balls blown off for a word... my word is "poontang."
Full Metal Jacket, 1987.
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