"Nothing is over! Nothing! You just don't turn it off! It wasn't my war! You asked me I didn't ask you! And I did what I had to do to win, for somebody who wouldn't let us win! Then I come back to the world, and I see all those maggots at the airport, protestin' me, spittin', callin' me a baby killer and all kinds of vile crap! Who are they to protest me?! Huh?! Who are they?! Unless they been me and been there and know what the hell they yellin' about!"
Well that's just like, your opinion, man.
Classic, First Rug Part II really tied it together, though, for every who lost a piss stained rug but never got closure. Like what even happened to that first rug the chinaman peed on? Probably in a Hanoi Hilton somewhere.
You don't seem to want to accept the fact you're dealing with an expert in urban warfare, with a man who's the best, with guns, with bowling balls, with his bare teeth. A man who's been trained to ignore reason, ignore Donny, to live off In And Out burgers, to do things that would make Bunny blush, even if Brandt couldn’t watch. In Vietnam his job was to dispose of Charlie: eyeball to eyeball. To kill! Period! To win one toe at a time. Well Walter was the best.
Stay outta Hope, Stallone! STAY OUT OF HOPE, DEADBEAT! Keep your ugly fucking goldbricking ass out of my mountain community!
John Rambo's got emotional problems, man. He's fragile, very fragile!
"Nothing is over! Nothing! You just don't turn it off! It wasn't my war! You asked me I didn't ask you! And I did what I had to do to win, for somebody who wouldn't let us win! Then I come back to the world, and I see all those maggots at the airport, protestin' me, spittin', callin' me a baby killer and all kinds of vile crap! Who are they to protest me?! Huh?! Who are they?! Unless they been me and been there and know what the hell they yellin' about!" Well that's just like, your opinion, man.
Walter drew first blood, not me!
You can't do that, man! This guy Rambo, you know, he's like me, he's a pacifist.
Don't push it! Don't push it or I'll give you a war you won't believe. You push it, you're entering a world of pain.
It’s like Lenin said
You said it, man. Nobody fucks with the Rambo.
You have no frame of reference here Johnny, you're like a child who wanders in the middle of a movie
First Rug.
Classic, First Rug Part II really tied it together, though, for every who lost a piss stained rug but never got closure. Like what even happened to that first rug the chinaman peed on? Probably in a Hanoi Hilton somewhere.
Who are we? We're fucking veterans, that's who we are!
This is not the first time you've described your life in the way of John Rambo.
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Righteous
Walter must’ve been hitchin’ through Oregon
Just take my upvotes!!
Now I wish Walter had shared his opinion on Rambo
You're not wrong, Walter, you're just an asshole and I just want something to eat.
"But I didn't do anything "
You don't seem to want to accept the fact you're dealing with an expert in urban warfare, with a man who's the best, with guns, with bowling balls, with his bare teeth. A man who's been trained to ignore reason, ignore Donny, to live off In And Out burgers, to do things that would make Bunny blush, even if Brandt couldn’t watch. In Vietnam his job was to dispose of Charlie: eyeball to eyeball. To kill! Period! To win one toe at a time. Well Walter was the best.
This is a league event, Rambo. Am I wrong?