The clip shooting range from Biloxi Blues (1988)
Cease fire! Cease fire!
Men, lock your weapons! Lock your weapons!
How'd I do, Sergeant? I can't tell. Your bullets still haven't come down.
This is pointless.
I'll take prisoners, but I won't shoot human beings.
Shut up, Arnold. They'll paste those targets on our faces.
That's a hell of a score, Wykowski. Where'd you learn how to shoot? Back home.
Probably killed his whole family.
What was that, Jerome? I was just admiring his skill.
This ain't the Boy Scouts! Let's go, rookie!
Are you in some kind of goddamn trouble there, Jerome?
It's not me, Sergeant. It's the gun. Give me that.
Epstein, reassemble Jerome's weapon.
Deep shit, Epstein.
How deep in the shit would you say he was in, Jerome?
About up to here.