LTJG Kaffee: Colonel Jessep!
Did you order the Code Red?!
Judge Randolph: You don't have to
answer that question!
Col Jessep: I'll answer the question. You
LTJG Kaffee: I think I'm entitled
Col Jessep: You want answers?!
LTJG Kaffee: I want the
Col Jessep: You can't handle the truth!
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, Lieutenant
Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can 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 punch line.
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 that you just said "thank you" and
went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand the
post. Either way, I don't give a DAMN what you think you're