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Operation Dumbo Drop |
| Year |
1995 |
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David Poole:
Gilman, may I remind you that I have friends who have absolutely no regard for the sanctity of human life? I pick up the phone, I have your head in a bag on my desk tomorrow morning.
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David Poole:
Deal. And, uh, Gilman? I'd still have somebody taste your food.
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Capt. T.C. Doyle:
You slept with the wife of General "Kill-'em-all-and-let-God-sort-them-out" Richardson?
David Poole:
I thought it was his daughter.
Capt. T.C. Doyle:
Oh yeah, he would've been fine with that.
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Capt. T.C. Doyle:
Does anybody else here know how to work an elephant?
Harvey (H.A.) Ashford:
I was in love with a fat woman once, but she never listened to me.
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Capt. T.C. Doyle:
Poole? Can you get me some more of that water buffalo tranquilizer?
Capt. T.C. Doyle:
Really enjoyed that, didn't you Doyle? Linh was right, you ARE weird.
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Harvey (H.A.) Ashford:
[Bo-Tat has vomitted on the boat deck.] My kids are gonna ask me: "Daddy, what's the worst thing you saw in the war?" After this, there's no contest!
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Y B'ham:
[About Linh] Boy have no family. All killed.
Capt. T.C. Doyle:
You mean in the war?
Y B'ham:
No, hit by falling star..... Yes, in war.
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[Goddard is singing along to a record of Mozart's "The Magic Flute" - badly.]
Capt. Sam Cahill:
Is it my ears, or has your singing actually gotten worse?
Goddard:
Must be your ears, it was already as bad as it could be!
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[On Goddard]
Capt. Sam Cahill:
He gave us the best intelligence on the V.C.'s location that we ever got.
Goddard:
Well, what can I say? I love America.
[He motions to a framed photo of Lyndon Johnson on his dashboard. Cahill picks it up and flips it over, showing a photo of Ho Chi Minh.]
Capt. Sam Cahill:
He gave the V.C. their best intelligence on our location, too.
[Cahill laughs.]
Goddard:
What can I say? I love everybody.
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David Poole:
You know something? This country's really beautiful.
Sp5 Lawrence Farley:
Yeah. Kind of reminds me of home.
David Poole:
[suddenly acid] Oh, really? How exactly does this remind you of home?
Sp5 Lawrence Farley:
Well...
David Poole:
No, Farley, tell me, what is it? The spirit-crushing humidity? The disease-bearing insects? Or is it that special feeling that comes from the knowledge that at any given moment, a sniper's bullet could come spiralling towards your forehead?
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Capt. T.C. Doyle:
Poole, where are you going?
David Poole:
Saigon!
Capt. T.C. Doyle:
Get back here!
Capt. Sam Cahill:
Poole, do you want me to call General Richardson?
David Poole:
[turns around] Yeah, Cahill! Yeah, I do! Call General Richardson!I'll get him on the phone for you right now! Because I am sick and tired...
[He fumbles with his radio set, then just drops it.]
David Poole:
That's it! I've had it! I was on a plane that almost crashed, I came this close to being killed by an angry mob, and now look at my uniform! It's covered in elephant crap! So you really think I give a damn whether or not you call General Richardson, and tell him I slept with his wife, huh?
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