The Dirty Dozen (1967)

Jim Brown: Robert T. Jefferson

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Quotes 

• Major John Reisman : One.

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : Down to the road block, we've just begun.

  Major John Reisman : Two.

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : The guards are through.

  Major John Reisman : Three

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : The Major's men are on a spree.

  Major John Reisman : Four

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : Major and Wladislaw go through the door.

  Major John Reisman : Five

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : Pinkley stays out in the drive.

  Major John Reisman : Six.

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : The Major gives the rope a fix.

  Major John Reisman : Seven.

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : Wladislaw throws the hook to heaven.

  Major John Reisman : Eight.

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : Jimenez has got a date.

  Major John Reisman : Nine.

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : The other guys go up the line.

  Major John Reisman : Ten.

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : Sawyer and Gilpin are in the pen.

  Major John Reisman : Eleven.

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : Posey guards points five and seven.

  Major John Reisman : Twelve.

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : Wladislaw and the Major go down to delve...

  Major John Reisman : Thirteen.

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : Franko goes up without being seen.

  Major John Reisman : Fourteen.

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : Zero-hour... Jimenez cuts the cable; Franko cuts the phone.

  Major John Reisman : Fifteen.

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : Franko goes in where the others have been.

  Major John Reisman : Sixteen.

  Samson Posey , Joseph T. Wladislaw , Victor R. Franko , Maggot , Pinkley , Robert Jefferson , Tassos Bravos , Pedro Jiminez , Glenn Gilpin : We all come out like it's Halloween.

• [Wladislaw ready to head back to the truck, but suddenly, the two are in the way] 

  Joseph T. Wladislaw : You're in the way.

  [Clayton pushes Wladislaw] 

  Joseph T. Wladislaw : What's the matter with you, guys?

  [Blake pushes Wladislaw] 

  Staff Sergeant McIntosh Blake : Listen, Buster.

  Joseph T. Wladislaw : Keep your hands off me!

  Staff Sergeant Alistair Clayton : Now, take it easy. We're just want to ask a few questions.

  Joseph T. Wladislaw : Questions, huh?

  [Wladislaw punched Blake in the nose. Missed the punch on Clayton] 

  Staff Sergeant Alistair Clayton : Hold him! Hold him!

  [Wladislaw knocked his elbow at Blake in the chest. And Wladislaw punch Clayton] 

  Joseph T. Wladislaw : You son of a...

  [Wladislaw was unable to get away. Blake hold him. Clayton punched Wladislaw in the stomach] 

  Staff Sergeant McIntosh Blake : In the gut, so it don't show. That's the way!

  [Wladislaw was hurt in the floor] 

  Staff Sergeant McIntosh Blake : Now, talk, you bastard. Who the hell are you?

  Joseph T. Wladislaw : Number 9, you crumb.

  Staff Sergeant Alistair Clayton : Number 9?

  [Kicked Wladislaw] 

  Staff Sergeant McIntosh Blake : You gonna tell us or not?

  Joseph T. Wladislaw : Go to hell.

  Staff Sergeant Alistair Clayton : Hold him.

  [Clayton and Blake trying to hold Wladislaw to interrogate him] 

  Staff Sergeant Alistair Clayton : What the hell are your dog tags?

  Joseph T. Wladislaw : I ate them.

  Staff Sergeant Alistair Clayton : You ate them?

  [Clayton abuses and slaps Wladislaw in the face] 

  Staff Sergeant McIntosh Blake : You gotta tell us now?

  Joseph T. Wladislaw : Yeah. Yeah.

  [Refuses to tell and fight back at Clayton] 

  Joseph T. Wladislaw : Number 9!

  Samson Posey : Wladislaw!

  [Posey and Jefferson coming to rescue and they both going to stop Clayton and Blake. They starting to fight each other. Blake hit the helmet of Posey] 

  Staff Sergeant McIntosh Blake : Ah!

  [And damage Blake's hand. But Posey punched back at Blake and got hit by the water sink pipes. Clayton missed the punch. Jefferson knock Clayton in the stomach and face with a helmet. And Jefferson punched Clayton in the face and got hit at the back of the toilet and flush it. And Jefferson turned to Wladislaw and helped him along with Posey] 

  Robert Jefferson : What happened?

  Joseph T. Wladislaw : They tried to make me talk.

  [Clayton and Blake goes to sleep. Jefferson and Posey takes his friend Wladislaw back to the truck] 

• Corporal Morgan : Hey, midnight, be a real good boy, now, and maybe I'll let you eat with the white folks tomorrow.

  Robert Jefferson : Arghhhh!

  [smiles, then laughs] 

• Robert Jefferson : Don't sweet-talk me, whitey. You know why I'm here. Or, maybe you think I should've let those cracker bastards go right ahead and castrate me?

  Major John Reisman : Seeing what those guys were trying to do to you, I'd say that you had - considerable justification.

  Robert Jefferson : [sarcastically]  Thank you, Missa Major, suh. I really do thank you for that.

• Major John Reisman : The Krauts, they're the real master-race merchants.

  Robert Jefferson : That's your war, man, not mine. You don't like the Krauts, Major, you fight them. Me, I'll pick my own enemies.