:25:01
Mr. McGregor.
Yes, sir.
:25:02
As I remarked
to one of my other officers
this morning,
:25:05
there is no pIace for
sentimentaIity in the Army.
:25:09
Neither sentimentaIity
:25:10
nor impertinence,
Mr. McGregor.
:25:31
Stone.
:25:38
Interesting, the durbar,
isn't it?
:25:41
I'm sorry
I sent you in there.
:25:43
I shouId have known better.
:25:44
ShouId have known
how he'd treat you.
:25:46
What's a son to him,
:25:48
compared to
his bIasted regiment?
:25:49
Martinet. Ramrod.
:25:51
That's what he is.
Everybody knows it.
:25:52
You might as weII
get used to it.
:25:54
That's a Iie.
:25:58
I'm sorry,
:25:59
I can't keep my mouth shut.
That's my troubIe.
:26:03
Biggest fooI in the Army.
I'm sorry.
:26:07
That's aII--
aII right, Mac.
:26:13
(Forsythe)
" Sure I Iove the dear siIver
that shines in her hair "
:26:18
" And the brow
that's aII furrowed "
:26:21
" and wrinkIed with care "
:26:22
""(humming)
:26:26
" Oh, God bIess you
and keep you "
:26:30
" Mother McGregor ""
:26:40
Now, when a troop wheeIs
on the move,
:26:44
what do the troop Ieaders
Iook out for?
:26:46
Mr. Stone,
I asked you a question.
:26:48
Yes, sir.
:26:49
(metaI cIanking)
:26:51
(snorting)
:26:52
Come on, come on, come on.
Come on.
:26:56
Got it aII that time.
:26:57
AII right.