:36:00
No, no. No food. No food.
:36:02
- Sex. I want sex. Bring me some sex.
- Scorch, come forth.
:36:07
- No, no, bring me that one.
- He's chosen you!
:36:10
That one. The sultry bitch with
the fire in her eyes. Take her clothes off.
:36:14
l want that one! Yes! Yes!
:36:16
Take her clothes off and bring her
to me now! I want her now!
:36:22
Doctor! Doctor!
You forgot your shingle, Doctor.
:36:38
This letter
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has been written
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in the interest
:36:47
of...
:36:49
Army morale.
:36:52
Good. Army morale.
:37:03
Wait a second.
Radar's gonna sing us our verse.
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''This letter has been written
in the interest of army morale.''
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''We feel it is our duty to bring this
unwholesome situation to your attention.''
:37:16
''We write this jointly to assure you no one's
personal feeling has influenced this report.''
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''Respectfully,
Margaret J Houlihan, Major Burns.''
:37:24
- That's perfect.
- I think it's a marvellous letter.
:37:27
- We make a good team, don't we?
- We think the same way.
:37:30
Of course we do.
:37:33
It's almost suppertime.
:37:36
- You're not hungry, are you?
- Ravenous. How about you?
:37:40
For you, Margaret.