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Oh, ﬁne, General. A little rough, but we‘re not complaining.

Don‘t let her go, Henry.

— Boo ! — [General] Hooray!

[Woman] Get up! Get up!

What would you say if| told you that Trapper is gonna win that ﬁght?

Only ifyou put those on.

You were saving queens and throwing spades, right?

- Oh, hi. Uh-huh. — Fool Army, papers, double—talk, red tape,

Me doctor. Need hands. Operate.

We‘re not giving you up. You‘re the best thing to hit this place since dry socks.

Good evening and welcome to the Inter—Camp Boxing Tournament.

At least she didn‘t have any trouble ﬁguring out your sex.

— It‘s not very ethical. — It‘s not even moral, but we‘re in a war zone.

You better hurry up, Henry. He looked at your arm like it was an hors d‘oeuvre.

Look, stop snowing me. You ﬁght him.

That‘ll do it. I ﬁgure to punch him, not run him to death.

A boxing tournament?

Now for the big question: Who am | ?

Now put more shoulder into it. Use your whole body.

|fyou‘re free later, I‘ll be glad to putyou up on my lift.

I was, but I didn‘t say where, did I ? What about you?

I trained a number ofboys to box back home.

What are you doing after the war? Hey, waita minute!