Billy Butcher: Do you ever wonder why we picked some grunt Marine stuck in the brig?

Mother's Milk: Let's see. I knocked out my racist C.O. Sent him to the ICU with one punch, so you knew I was strong. And you read my file, so you knew I hated Vought.

Billy Butcher: Yeah, it weren't none of them. I mean, they didn't hurt, mind, but no. We spoke to the blokes that you went through basic with. And to the man, they said that you were the one that held that platoon together. A natural-born leader.

Mother's Milk: You never told me that.

Billy Butcher: Mate, I'm under no illusions about who I am. And that's why we brought you in. 'Cause no matter how hard I got to be... you're here to look after the Boys. Now, if I thought to do that, I can't be a complete a**hole, can I? Just mostly one.