Lance Corporal Fragatti Quotes in Heartbreak Ridge (1986)

Lieutenant M.R. Ring: Morning, men! I thought I'd lead you through this exercise. Can't find Gunny Highway, though...

[Highway appears behind a makeshift building at the training site and sprays live bullet fire]

Lieutenant M.R. Ring: [dives for cover] Jesus Christ, what was that?

Lance Corporal Fragatti: Sir! That is the AK-47 assault rifle!

Profile: The preferred weapon of our enemy...

Collins: And it makes a distinctive sound when fired at us, Sir!

Lieutenant M.R. Ring: [still dazed] Yeah... I guess it does!

Highway: My name's Gunnery Sergeant Highway and I've drunk more beer and banged more quiff and pissed more blood and stomped more ass that all of you numbnuts put together. Now Major Powers has put me in charge of this reconisence platoon.

Lance Corporal Fragatti: We take care of ourselves.

Highway: You couldn't take care of a wet dream. God loves you.

Collins: I know that!

Highway: You men do not impress me!

Profile: Recon platoon kicks butt.

Highway: [grabs Profile by the nose] If you ladies think that you can slip and slide just because your last sergeant was a pussy, well queer bait, you're going to start acting like Marines right now!

Lance Corporal Fragatti: Who invited ya!

Highway: I'm not doing this because I want to take long showers with you assholes and I don't want to get my head shot off in some far away land because you don't habla, comprende?

Aponte: Ruh!

Highway: You?

Quinones: Yes, Gunney.

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: [singing] And you really look so fine and you've got that big behind.

Highway: [sees Jones] Well, well, well, well. I'm here to tell you that life as you knew it has ended. You all may as well go into town tonight. You may as well laugh and make fools out of yourselves. Rub your pathetic little peckers against your honies or stick it in a knothole in the fence but whatever it is, get rid of it. Because at 0600 tomorrow your ass is mine.

[to Jones]

Highway: Where's your bunk.

Highway: [walking toward the barracks holding Jones by the ear] Where is it?

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Where's what, man?

Highway: The money for my ticket.

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Hey, no need to resort to unnecessary violence. I was a little down on the money, you know, but I got a little money for you right here. But that's all I got.

[hands Highway some cash]

Highway: And the meal.

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: The meal.

Highway: Yeah, the meal.

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Ok, I got a little more for you here but that's definitely all I got.

Highway: And the tip.

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: No, man, that's really it that's all I got.

Highway: You owe me.

[rips Jones' earring off]

Highway: Now it's my will against yours and you will lose. So don't forget, 0600. That's six o'clock in the morning for those of you who don't habla.

Sergeant Webster: Highway, I heard you was back.

Highway: Webster.

Sergeant Webster: These retards couldn't fight their way out of a shit house.

Highway: That where you been keeping yourself lately?

Highway: Major Powers and me are building an elite company of fightin' men.

Highway: Webster, the only thing you could build is a good case of hemmorhoids.

[taps Fragatti on the head]

Lance Corporal Fragatti: What? What?

Highway: Well, you're blowing away all of your ammunition, Fag-eddy. Miss I ain't America's gonna make Swiss cheese out of you.

Lance Corporal Fragatti: It's not my fuckin' fault, man. The fuckin' weapon's fuckin' fucked up.

Highway: [takes rifle and fires at target] There's nothing wrong with that rifle. Keep it tight.

[moves down to Jones]

Highway: You wake up this morning with a piss pot on your head?

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Uh, no, Gunny, I wore this in your honor.

Highway: Is that right?

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Yeah, you know, Sands of Iwo Jima, Pork Chop Hill, Kason, all that old antique shit. Sort of a tribute to an aging veteran close to retirement such as yourself.

Highway: Well, I'm touched.

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Yeah, you know, sort of a recon way of saying welcome and ineveitably, goodbye.

Highway: And the kevlar helmet you were issued, that didn't by chance find it's way into one of the local pawn shops in town now did it?

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Hey, hey, yo, that's a serious implication, Gunny. You know, we're financially responsible for these bad boys.

Highway: That's right, you are, that's why I want to see kevlar on your head by 1900 hours or you won't have a head to put it on.

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Yes, sir, Gunny Highway Sergeant, sir!

Profile: Hey, Gunny. My weapon's jammed!

[stands and the rifle goes off]

Sergeant Webster: [as the platoon is marching back] Major Powers' gonna teach you how to discipline your men.

Highway: Webster, if Powers ever comes to a sudden stop your face is gonna go half way up his ass.

Lance Corporal Fragatti: Profile's never gonna make it back to the barracks.

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Powers is cold blooded, man.

Highway: [after Profile falls] Come on, Profile. You can make it. Don't give the prick the satisfaction.

Sergeant Webster: This gonna go hard on all y'all if you don't cooperate.

Lance Corporal Fragatti: We ain't got nothing to say to you, Webster.

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Why don't you go on back to that faggot first platoon and

[imitating Highway]

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Don't go away angry. Just... just go away. You've been told.

Highway: You're dead, marine. You just stepped on four booby traps that blew your legs off and we'll have to send out a search party for your testicles. Now, where the hell's your backup?

Lance Corporal Fragatti: Profile.

Highway: What the fuck good you doin' back there? Without any cover fire, I get my ass blown off! While you guys are sittin' there pumpin' the neighbor's dog, we'll get every swinging dick in this platoon killed!

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Hey, chill out, man. That's what we're here for.

Highway: Say, what?

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: We're here for that, man. We've ambushed Major Powers three times, and always right here. We know what we're doing.

Highway: Well, shit-for-brains, who says we're gonna ambush Major Powers right here?

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Hey, didn't you hear Lieutenant Ring? Major Powers wants us to die in a loud, grotesque, military manner.

Highway: I don't give a fuck about Major Powers. My job is to keep you men alive, now let's move on.

[1st Platoon is approaching the ambush site]

Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: We'll come to the ambush site over the next hill.

Sergeant Webster: Roger that.

Choozoo: Sure does help knowing when and where you're gonna be hit, sir.

[Recon watching 1st Platoon pass through a valley]

Highway: Easy. Give them a few more yards and we'll nail the coffin shut. Now.

[Recon begins firing]

Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: [Reacting to his MILES gear going off] You're in the wrong ambush site! Cease fire! You're in the wrong ambush site!

[Sees Highway grinning at him]

Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: Sergeant Major, turn this damn thing off.

Choozoo: Makes a hell of a racket, doesn't it, sir?

Lance Corporal Fragatti: Prisoners secured sir!

Lieutenant M.R. Ring: Thank you, Lance Corporal. CORPORAL Jones.

Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: [Jones moves forward] Sir!

Lieutenant M.R. Ring: Move 'em out.