hi, grierson, forgive the war paint. going on to my regiment. s reunion after.
interesting suit.
off the peg?
go park the old jalopy, will ya, son.
well, that's great to hear at my age, annie. thank you very much.
er .  mrs. reynolds is doing just fine. just fine.
nice set of medals there elmer. which beach they drop you on? utah? omaha?
well, congratulations soldier. cut to:
nice tie, fella.
jesus .  no one's got feet like for crying out loud. have you got feet like that? dammed if i have. let's move it, shall we?
can we go and see mrs. whistler now? my eyes are making my feet sore, as my wife would say.
well, hello ma'am! yes - she certainly looks a million dollars to me - or should i say ten million dollars!
you were going to sell the state of california a poster - for ten million dollars! who the hell do you think you are, shorty!?
i've known soldiers who've had their heads blown off who were more intelligent than you two. not only have you failed to protect your most valuable possession from theft - but you didn't even know it'd been stolen! i'd sooner buy heroin from the guy who sells drugs outside my grandson's school than anything from you guys.
and i'm sorry you look that way, short-ass. that suit stinks and you obviously dye your hair.
don't even think of saying one word to me, or i'11 find a way of fitting all three of those cars right up your ass.