Lt. Jordan O'Neil:
[commenting on the special standard for her training]
I mean really sir, why don't you just issue me a pink petticoat to wear around the base?
C.O. Salem:
Did you just have a brain fart, Lieutenant?
Lt. Jordan O'Neil:
Begging your pardon, sir?
C.O. Salem:
Did you just waltz in here and bark at your commanding officer? Because if you did, I would call that a bona fide brain fart, and I resent it when people FART inside my office!
Lt. Jordan O'Neil:
I think you've resented me from the start, sir.
C.O. Salem:
What I resent, Lieutenant, is some politician using my base as a test tube for her grand social experiment. What I resent, is the sensitivity training that is now mandatory for all of my men. The ob-gyn I now have to keep on staff just to keep track of your personal pap smears. But most of all what I resent, is your perfume, however subtle, interfering with the scent of my fine three-dollar-and-seventy-nine-cent cigar, which I will put out this instant if the phallic nature of it happens to offend your GODDAMN FRAGILE SENSIBILITIES! Does it?
Lt. Jordan O'Neil:
No, sir.
C.O. Salem:
"No, sir" WHAT?
Lt. Jordan O'Neil:
The shape doesn't bother me. Just the goddamn sweet stench.
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