Boone talking with a drunken Hawkins.
Boone: [after talking about the events of the first game] Looks like I should get someone to help you back to your hootch.
Hawkins: Haha, yeah. Only if they'd take me to California.
Boone: California's better than the Benning School For Boys, or a hearse for that matter.
Hawkins: No shit! I've got constant migraines and I've been pissing blood for a week.
- His random muttering if you poke him:
Damn, someone just shoot me. Rigley's quarrels with Boone:
Where the hell am I, anyway?
I'm sick of this shit.
- Their first conversation.
Rigley: Well, well, well, who comes here? It looks like Saint Boone the protector of all the Congs?
: Fuck you
, Rigley! Are you gonna fuck with me every time I turn around?
Rigley: Bugger off the 'Nam, if you don't want me to fuck with ya!
Boone: Piss off, Rigley. I've got better things to do than waste my time on you.
: Don't you forget to complain about me next time you see me, fucker
Boone: Shut up, and go wax that old shitbox of yours!
Rigley: You better watch your back in the field!
: Watch yours. beat
Oh, wait, you're never out in the field anymore. Ha!
- Him boasting about how an elite MACV team (Boone's) needs his help...
Rigley: Advisor pros need us to save their butts, don't they?
Cobber: Shut the fuck up, Rigley!
Boone: Hey Rigley. Heard you've got some problems.
Rigley: Damn it Boone, Charlie's cut us off from the rest of our unit! We're pinned down.
Boone: Relax, the 'advisor pros' are here and there's some of your leathernecks on the way.