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[Boonie and Hyers are dragging the dead Col. Darling off K.C.'s bed
: What are you yelling at me for? It's not my fault the colonel had a bum ticker. Well? You're not just going to leave him like that? Boonie
: Why can't we just take him back to his bed? K.C.
: [displaying the handcuffs Col. Darling is wearing
] Because he probably has a wife and three children back home. Don't you think we should spare them the humiliation? Jeff Hyers
: Now don't get edgy. K.C.
: Don't get edgy? A full-dead colonel is handcuffed to my bed and you're telling me not to get edgy? Boonie
: A full-dead handcuffed colonel, with sunglasses. Jeff Hyers
: Well, what are we going to do now? Boonie
: I don't know. What do you think? Jeff Hyers
: I don't know! That's why I asked you. What do you think? Boonie
: I don't know!
: What do you think? K.C.
: What do I think? I think we're never going to win this war!
Pvt. Samuel Beckett
: [Beckett is preparing the body of a Colonel who died while enjoying K.C.'s 'services'
] I found these among his personal effects.
[Handing letters to Boonie and Hyers
: [reads from one letter
] Colonel Darling, we regret to inform you that your request for combat duty has been denied. Jeff Hyers
: [reads from another letter
] Dear Buster, the way we're fighting this war it seems like everyone is sleepwalking. My regrets that something so minor prevented your transfer. Best, Brigadier General Stanley. Pvt. Samuel Beckett
: They don't give medals for sleepwalking. It'll keep you out of the bush, off the battlefield, but no gold, no ribbons. So... why here's one...
[picking up homemade ribbons
] Pvt. Samuel Beckett
: For all the paper cuts you got while you were filling out those carbon separated forms, in triplicate. Here's one for all the hours spent behind a desk sending official memorandums through the appropriate channels, and one tiny little ribbon for having died while not serving your country during a "military police action"... which they refuse to call a war. K.C.
: [Beckett offers a ribbon to K.C. and she pins it to the Colonel's uniform
] For imaginative and self-sacrificing action while engaged, for never abandoning your post, for the silly stupid, bad, heroic idea that this was some place that you wanted to come.
Cpl. Boonie Lanier
: [During a massive attack Boonie runs up and grabs Wayloo
] Get inside now! Wayloo Marie Holmes
: [Wayloo realizes Boonie is wearing a dress
] Hi. Cpl. Boonie Lanier
: It's the neckline, it needs something. Wayloo Marie Holmes
: Breasts. Cpl. Boonie Lanier
: I was thinking of a boa. Wayloo Marie Holmes
: Too cheap. Cpl. Boonie Lanier
: Pearls? Cameraman
: Too much. Cpl. Boonie Lanier
: Choker? Wayloo Marie Holmes
: Maybe. Cpl. Boonie Lanier
: You sure? Wayloo Marie Holmes
: About the choker definitely, about you... Cpl. Boonie Lanier
: [gestures at the dress
] It's Mardi gras night at the Jet Set.
: We both know what happened out there. Cpl. Boonie Lanier
: No, you don't. Even YOU don't know what happened. K.C. Kolowski
: But I felt it. When you came back. Skinny, scared, just wanting someone to hold on to you. Cpl. Boonie Lanier
: You took care of me. K.C. Kolowski
: Every time you looked at me. Every time we made love. I couldn't stop feeling it, I still do, when I look at you, when I see that damn scar they gave you. Cpl. Boonie Lanier
: Touch it K.C.
[Takes her hand and moves it to his scar
] K.C. Kolowski
: Boonie you're scaring me. Cpl. Boonie Lanier
: Come on, touch it. See? It's tougher, the skin's healed. I'm not skinny any more, I'm not scared. K.C. Kolowski
: I am. Cpl. Boonie Lanier
: I know, I feel it.