[Dutch is talking to the General]
Dutch:
So why don't you use the regular army? What do you need us for?
Dillon:
'Cause some damn fool accused you of being the best.
[Dutch turns around and sees Dillon sitting in a chair in another room]
Dutch:
Dillon! You son of a bitch!
[They arm wrestle in mid-air during a handshake, Dillon is apparently losing the contest]
Dutch:
What's the matter? The CIA got you pushing too many pencils? Huh? Had enough?
Dillon:
Make it easy on yourself, Dutch.
[Dillon begins to lose further]
Dillon:
OK, OK, OK!
Dutch:
You never did know when to quit, huh?
Dillon:
Damned good to see ya, Dutch.
Dutch:
What is this fucking tie business?
Dillon:
Aw, come on, forget about my tie, man.
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