License and registration. [Charlie hands over some papers.] What, are you test driving this baby?
Don't she purr, though?
At 70 miles an hour?
You should hear it at 125. Ha!
Where's your license?
At the dealer's. They give it back to you when you return the car.
You got ID?
You bet. Indeed. [Hands over his ID]
[Looking at the card]
"Lieutenant Colonel Slade."
And you, soldier?
The name is Police Officer Gore.
You're doin' a hell of a job, Gore!
Oh, and so are you, Colonel. Who's the kid?
My boy Charlie. He kept tellin' me to "let her out, let her out"; what was I gonna do, disappoint him?
Yes. [Pauses] Tell you what I'm gonna do, Colonel. I'm gonna let you go. On one condition.
What's that?
That you take this rig straight back to the dealer.
Y-you got it.
Shut up.
[Holds out the papers]
You want this?
Sure. [Reaches out and takes the papers] Gore, your face and your voice are familiar. You ever in the Officers' Club at Danang?
No.
Ever in the Army?
No, Coast Guard.
Good Lord. Ha ha!
[frowns, then laughs]
Your dad's looking good, Charlie. He's got a heavy foot, though. Tell him to take it light, all right?
