Patton creative background
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Johnnie 2021-12-07 08:01:42
Best biographical film, Coppola's screenplay, Scott's interpretation of the U.S. military's full cooperation, how can people not like Button
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Rhoda 2022-03-27 09:01:06
A thousand years ago the Romans returned triumphantly from the war and enjoyed the glory of a noisy parade where the trumpeters, musicians and monsters were all from conquered lands. The wooden carts were full of looted gold and silver jewels. The victors sat in open carriages. The prisoners were tied Chained before him his son put on a white robe and rode on horseback the slave stood behind the victor holding the crown and whispered in his ear... all the glory was gone...
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Soldier: Where ya goin', General?
Patton: Berlin! I'm going to personally shoot that paper-hangin' son of a bitch!
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Patton: What's the matter with you?
Soldier Who Gets Slapped: I... I guess I... I can't take it sir.
Patton: What did you say?
Soldier Who Gets Slapped: It's my nerves, sir. I... I... I just can't stand the shelling anymore.
Patton: Your *nerves*? Well, hell, you're just a God-damned coward.
[Soldier starts sniveling]
Patton: [Slaps him, once forehanded, then backhanded on the rebound]
Patton: Shut up! I won't have a yellow bastard sitting here *crying* in front of these brave men who have been wounded in battle!
[Soldier snivels some more, and Patton swings a vicious forehand slap, knocking his helmet away]
Patton: *Shut up!*
[to the doctors]
Patton: Don't admit this yellow bastard. There's nothing wrong with him. I won't have sons-of-bitches who are afraid to fight *stinking up this place of honor!*
[to soldier]
Patton: You're going back to the front, my friend. You may get shot, and you may get killed, but you're going up to the fighting. Either that, or I'm going to stand you up in front of a firing squad. I ought to shoot you myself, you god-damned... bastard! Get him out of here!
[pulls his service automatic. At that, the doctors leap forward and hustle the soldier out of the tent. Patton keeps shouting at the soldier's back]
Patton: Take him up to the front! You hear me? You God-damned coward!
[Takes deep breath]
Patton: I won't have cowards in my army.