Dickerson:
This is not military issue, airman. What sort of uniform is that?
Adrian Cronauer:
Cretan camouflage sir. If you want to blend in with a bunch of drunken Greeks there's nothing better.
Dickerson:
That is humor. I recognize that. I also recognize your species of soldier. I had a guy like you in the field one time. He blew himself to pieces. But not before his humor cost the lives of three very fine individuals.
Adrian Cronauer:
I hope...
Dickerson:
You shut your fuckin' hole! You're in Southeast Asia now. You've got your cushy little assignment. There's nothing I can do about that. In time you will make me forget it. You stay out of my way, there'll be no problem. But if you toy with me, I'll burn you so bad you'll wish you died as a child. Am I being fairly clear?
Adrian Cronauer:
Yes, sir.
Dickerson:
Sir! I work for a living, Airman. You will address me as Sergeant Major Dickerson!
Adrian Cronauer:
Yes, Sergeant Major Dickerson.
Adrian Cronauer:
[Dickerson leaves]
Adrian Cronauer:
He reminds me a lot of Donna Reed, especially around the eyes.
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