->'''Jessep:''' You want answers?
->'''Kaffee:''' I think I'm entitled.
->'''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, Lieutenant Weinburg? 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 ''punchline!'' 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 you just said 'Thank you', and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand at post! Either way, I don't give a ''damn'' what you think you are entitled to!
->'''Kaffee:''' Did you order the Code Red?
->'''Col. Jessep:''' I did the job you sent me to do --
->'''Kaffee: ''Did you order the Code Red?!'''''
->'''Col. Jessep: ''You're goddamned right I did!'''''