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MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: We'll talk again. I believe tomorrow morning you'll find you've got a team, want one or not...
Pfc. Franklin Fairchild Bean: I will NOT!
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: I will not, SERGEANT! That's a gig, Lamar!
Cpl. Harold Lamar: Gig for Bean!
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: And gigs mean trouble.
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[after McKinney dared the prisoners to escape and no one did]
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: C'mon, you chicken shits! I never met a nigger that couldn't run like a rabbit!
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Lawrence: I dreamt I woke up and I was *white*.
Roosevelt Stokes: That's no dream man. That's a nightmare
Lawrence: You tellin' me, Brother Man. I had this sudden urge to start clappin' on one and three.
[laughter from the Soul Patrol]
Lawrence: Then I started listenin' to all this *weird* music like Creedence Clearwater Revival and uh.. uh.. Three Dogs in the Night.
[more laughter from the Soul Patrol]
Lawrence: Then I found myself eating cream cheese and bagels.
[more laughter from the Soul Patrol]
Lawrence: Then, I don't know why, but I had this sudden urge to start chasing after women with *flat asses*.
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Bryce: Well don't you know...
Roosevelt Stokes, Bryce, Webb, Lawrence, Harry 'Sweetbread' Crane: That's the sound of the men. Get back. Working on the chain... Ga-e-ang...
Bryce: Well don't you know...
Roosevelt Stokes, Bryce, Webb, Lawrence, Harry 'Sweetbread' Crane: That's the sound of the men. Get back. Working on the chain... gang...
Harry 'Sweetbread' Crane: And let me hear you say it...
Roosevelt Stokes, Bryce, Webb, Lawrence, Harry 'Sweetbread' Crane: Oooh... Ahhhh... Oooh... Ahhh...
Bryce: Well don't you know...
[song repeats a few more times]
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[Gessner protests leaving McKinney alone with the prisoners in the woods]
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: Don't you...
[decks Gessner]
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: EVER question my orders, you snot-faced brown nose! I will not tolerate insubordination by anyone in my command!
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Roosevelt Stokes: [Bean tries to isolate himself from the 'Soul Patrol'] Listen up, Bean. If you want to be over here by yourself, that's your business. But let me tell you something. We are *all* in this together! That means you do *not* operate entirely on your own in here. Nobody does. You will pull your weight, or we will make you wish you had. See, your being white don't mean *shit* in here. 'Cause as far as that old bastard out there is concerned, we're all *niggers* in here. You dig it!
Pfc. Franklin Fairchild Bean: I dig it.
Roosevelt Stokes: I knew that you could. Danke for the smokes, man.
Pfc. Franklin Fairchild Bean: Bitte shun, man.
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MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: [after Bean disrespects McKinney] Are you a bad ass? Does Mrs' BEAN'S LITTLE BOY think he's a real bad ass, too?
Pfc. Franklin Fairchild Bean: There ain't no Mrs. Bean.
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: [looks at his tatooed hands] Now *why* am I not surprised by that? Lamar, this Mr. Bean here's been doggin' it. Doesn't want to shape up. Thinks he's got no team. Do you think he will change his mind after he meets his new roommates?
Cpl. Harold Lamar: I believe he will change his mind, Sergeant.
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[McKinney wants to be friends with Bean]
Pfc. Franklin Fairchild Bean: I can't. I can't be your friend.
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: Why? Am I not as good as your color buddies?
Pfc. Franklin Fairchild Bean: You're a bully! And I hate EVERYTHING you stand for!
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: GERALD!
[Gessner comes in]
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: [to Gerald] Escort this prisoner back to the compound before I throw him out the window. Dismissed!
[Gessner and Bean leave]
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: That son of a BITCH!
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Pfc. Franklin Fairchild Bean: [during a prison visitation] Where are you going?
Kramer: Church services.
Pfc. Franklin Fairchild Bean: [surprised] Church? You? What for?
Kramer: [incensed] Vietnam's what for, asshole!
Pfc. Franklin Fairchild Bean: Oh.
Kramer: In case you haven't heard, there *is* a war going on there. *Involving* the U.S. Army, of which you are *still* a member.
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[repeated line]
Cpl. Gerald Gessner: Gig for Bean!
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[during morning reveille]
Cpl. Gerald Gessner: All right ladies, LISTEN UP! You've got FIFTEEN MINUTES to shower, shave, shit, shine, shampoo! YOU HEAR ME! Now DO IT!
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[Bean't testimony inadvertantly got McKinney off the murder charge]
Roosevelt Stokes: Lookin' mighty white today, slim. Looks like McKinney's gonna get himself a combat ribbon for killing Sweet.
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Martin Sheen's 1991 directorial debut features Sheen as the disturbed head of a military stockade where the prisoners include a troublemaking Army misfit played by his son Charlie. Private Bean (Charlie Sheen) is thrown into the stockade with a group of five blacks calling themselves the Soul Patrol, and gradually learns teamwork from the men, including their leader Stokes (Laurence Fishburne). Eventually the tug of war between Bean and the bigoted commander reaches a boiling point with tragic conclusions, and Bean learns the meaning of compassion and the difference between right and wrong. The film is nothing particularly inspiring or insightful, but the supporting players, including Fishburne, give solid performances, and Cadence affords the audience a chance to see the father and son team work together in an earnest and well-meaning drama. --Robert Lane
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