Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know; that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said "**** you" and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!
My password is password.

best one so far, **** those other guys!!

"We're off to **** the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz."
My password is password.

" Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore….FUCK!!!! "

You had me at ‘****’

' we're gonna need a bigger Fuck'

"I've ****ed things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I've watched C-Beams **** in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time… like… ****s in rain. Time to ****."
Throughout Heaven and Earth, I alone am the honored one.