[Chief Warrant Officer Paul Brenner is undercover as First Sergeant Frank White, pretending to oversee a black-market arms deal from his armory on an Army base. He speaks with a pronounced Southern accent.]

There you go. Genuine and made in the U.S.A. All you gotta do is give me and Dalbert $100,000 each and you'll see them guns come Sunday.

You'll get your money. Same time I get the guns.

Now, you listen to me, funny boy. How do I know you ain't one o'them- them Army cops?

Hey, I'm a freedom fighter.

Well! Check it out, Dalbert! We got ourselves Che-****-Guevera there. Woop-dee-doo, a freedom fighter! Well, where's your kooky red hat, boy? Ain't been a freedom fighter worth a damn ain't got him a kooky red hat.

[Visibly angered]

You listen to me, stupid.

Dalbert, I think it's one o' them Freudian-

[The 'freedom fighter' approaches Brenner; as he does, Brenner instantly grabs him, spins him around, and pins a knife to his back.]

Hey, Dalbert, Dalbert!

What?

Wanna hear a joke?

No!

How many freedom fighters does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

I don't know!

Hey, come on, man. Relax, huh?

Well, you don't sound like no criminal investigator to me.

No!

No?

No!

[Releases the man, slapping him on the back]

Well, you're all right, pal! I'm sorry about that, but we get a little jumpy around here before an exchange. So we'll see you Sunday, then!

[Quietly furious]

I'll be there.

Yeah, you be there! [After the man leaves, he turns to Dalbert] Aw, unclench your ass-cheeks, Dalbert! The scary part is over!