(Mr.Simms doesn't want it. He doesn't needto be labeled..."still worthy ofbeing a Baird man." What the hellis that What is your motto here "Boys, inform on yourclassmates, save your hide; anything short of that,we're gonna burn you at the stake" Well, entlemen,when the shit hits the fan,some guys run... and some guys stay. Here's Charlie facin' the fire,and there's George...hidin' inbig daddy's pocket. And what are you doin' You're gonnareward George... and destroy Charlie. )
(-No, I'm just gettin' warmed up. I don't know whowent to this place.William Howard Taft,William Jennings Bryant, William Tell, whoever. Their spirit is dead,if they ever had one.It's gone. You're buildin'a rat ship here, a vessel forseagoin' snitches. And if you think you'repreparin' these minnows for manhood, you better think again, because I say you arekillin' the very spirit...this institutionproclaims it instills. What a sham. What kind of a showare you guys puttin' on here today I mean, the only classin this act is sittin' next to me.I'm here to tell you this boy's soul is intact.It's non-negotiable.You know how I know Someone here, and I'm not gonna say who,offered to buy it. )
(Lt. Col. Frank Slade : Out of order, I show you out of order. You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask. I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a FLAMETHROWER to this place! Out of order Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to I've been around, you know There was a time I could see. And I have seen. Boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there isn't nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are... executin' his soul! And why Because he's not a Bairdman. Bairdmen. You hurt this boy, you're gonna be Baird bums,…… )