I thought you'd been killed.
You didn't wait around to find out, did you Lieutenant?
Now look here, what do you mean?
I mean you ran like a rabbit after you killed Lejeune.
Killed Lejeune? What are you talking about? I don't think I like your tone. You're speaking to an officer, remember that.
Oh, well, I must be mistaken then, sir. An officer wouldn't do that. A man wouldn't do it. Only a thing would - a sneaky, booze-guzzling, yellow-bellied rat with a bottle for a brain and a streak of spit where his spine ought to be. You've got yourself into a mess, Lieutenant.
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Have you ever tried to bring charges against an officer? It's my word against yours, you know, and whose word do you think they're gonna believe - or, let me put it another way, whose word do you think they're going to accept?
