Sgt. 'Three Star' Hennessy:
[the arrival of the tank causes consternation]
Relax, boys, relax! Here's your new mount. No saddle, no bridle, no spurs, no hay. No nothing.
Sgt. Harry Ross:
What's going on around here?
Sgt. 'Three Star' Hennessy:
Well, if it ain't Horse-face Harry from the Marines!
Sgt. Harry Ross:
What wet rock did you crawl out from?
Sgt. 'Three Star' Hennessy:
Now is that any way for a mule's chambermaid to talk?
Sgt. Harry Ross:
Chambermaid?
Sgt. 'Three Star' Hennessy:
Yeah. We're moving in.
Sgt. Harry Ross:
Not in my stables you ain't. It's the last runaround that smelly steamroller's giving me.
Sgt. 'Three Star' Hennessy:
Seems to me I heard you say that in Fort Oglethorpe and Knox and Myer.
Sgt. Harry Ross:
Yeah, but when this territory gets through with that portable garbage can of yours, you can slice it up and sell it for paperweight.
Sgt. 'Three Star' Hennessy:
Oh, you're bitter, Harry. You're bitter. The horse is alright with a buggy behind it but these are modern times. We got telephones and aeroplanes and tanks.
Sgt. Harry Ross:
Not on this post. You see, Mister Hennessy, this is the desert. And the desert means sand. Sand that you can't get a grip on. And you sink and you slip and you slide. Why the horses'll be towing that thing out of here with its tail tucked between its legs.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:06