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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