Frank is a retired Lt Col in the US army. He's blind and impossible to get along with. Charlie is at school and is looking forward to going to university; to help pay for a trip home for Christmas, he agrees to look after Frank over thanksgiving. Frank's niece says this will be easy money, but she didn't reckon on Frank spending his thanksgiving in New York.
Written by Rob Hartill
Col. Frank Slade has a very special plan for the weekend. It involves travel, women, good food, fine wine, the tango, chauffeured limousines and a loaded forty-five. And he's bringing Charlie along for the ride.
Errors in geography:
When the colonel and Charlie get out of the cab at the airport to catch their flight bound for New York, they are clearly at Newark airport less than 10 miles from the Holland Tunnel into New York City.
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Quotes
Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
Your father pedals car telephones at a 300 percent markup. Your mother works on heavy commission at a camera store. Graduated to it from espresso machines. Hah!
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Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
What are you, dying of some wasting disease? Charlie Simms:
No, I'm right - I'm right here. Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
I know exactly where your body is. What I'm looking for is some indication of a brain. Too much football without a helmet? Hah! Lyndon's line on Gerry Ford. Deputy debriefer, Paris, peace talks, '68. Snagged a silver star and a silver bar. Threw me into G-2.
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