written by Aaron Sorkin
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Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I think I'm entitled to them.
Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I want the truth!
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,
Lt. 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 to a life spent defending something. You use 'em 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 I
provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather
you just said thank 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're entitled to!
Kaffee: Did you order the code red?
Jessep: (quietly) I did the job you sent me to do.
Kaffee: Did you order the code red?
Jessep: You're god damn right I did!!
