Jack Putter:
God, I can't believe how hostile I feel towards you right now.
Lt. Tuck Pendleton:
Because I'm stimulating your adrenal gland, pal.
Jack Putter:
Maybe that's the reason and maybe not.
Lt. Tuck Pendleton:
You got something to say, just say it.
Jack Putter:
[referring to Lydia]
She deserves better. That's all.
Lt. Tuck Pendleton:
[annoyed]
Better than what?
Jack Putter:
Better than you!
Lt. Tuck Pendleton:
I knew it! You think she goes for you, don't you? You know what she sees in you? She sees me.
Jack Putter:
All right, Pendelton, that's it.
[starts pounding himself]
Jack Putter:
Where are you? Where are you, you little weasel?
Lt. Tuck Pendleton:
Save it for the Cowboy.
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