[Chief Warrant Officer 4 Paul Brenner is undercover as First Sergeant Frank White on an unnnamed U.S. Army base, speaking with a pronounced Southern accent. He is dealing with a flat tire on the side of the road when a Humvee pulls over nearby.]

Out of gas?

Yeah. That's why I'm looking at a flat tire with a pair of pliers in my hand instead of a lug wrench... [trails off as he turns around, seeing Campbell is an officer]

Uh-oh, she's a captain.

Uh-oh, she's a captain.

This looks like the work of ten chimpanzees.

Well, you just missed the other nine. They got bored and went for a beer.

Well, I have a lug wrench. Can I try?

If you don't, I'll drag you over.

Get the spare.

Yes, ma'am. [watches Campbell change the tire, visibly impressed] Golly-dang. If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain, I might just have to marry you, Captain.

You'll have to take this in. Just a temp tire. Spare won't be good for more than 30 miles or so.

If a fella got courageous and wanted to send you - a thank you notion or a basket of fruit, where might one find you?

Psy Ops.

How's that?

Psychological Operations. I teach there.

What do you teach?

Mostly we **** with people's minds.