Pvt. Travis: ... your hometown’s only named after you because your family infested it like some hyper-breeding rats.
Pvt. Hillman: ...we needed more real dust-eating Martians. Too many Earthers as it is.
Sgt. Draper: Hey!
Pvt. Travis: What? I see the way y’all look at me. Hmmm? Like I don’t belong here.
Sgt. Billie Draper: No one’s questioning your patriotism.
Pvt. Hillman: Simmer down there, cowpoke.
Pvt. Travis: You know something, I earned my iron, Hilly. Your family just bought your way into the Corps.
