Our colonel, here, had a grenade juggling act at Fort Bragg or wherever.
- Fort Benning. - He was teaching hand-to-hand combat --
Randy, look at me when you're talking to me, son.
l'm lookin', Frank. His partner in the act was some captain.
- Maior Vincent Squires. - Yeah, whoever he was.
Before going on, they'd have themselves a lo-cal breakfast:
a Screwdriver for Frank, Bloody Mary for his partner.
No, Vincent drank Sea Breezes.
Judge Advocate at Benning said Col. Slade had four to his partner's one.
He's flying in class. He gets all excited.
He starts pulling the pins out.
[ Randy ] One grenade got away from him.
Boom.
The one that got away.
Oh, the pin was in... Frank claims.
ln or out, what difference does it make ?
What kind of fucking lunatic juggles grenades ?
Vinnie came out okay.
And all Frank lost was his eyesight.
- Wanna know the truth ? - You got a handle on that, do you, Randy ?
- He was an asshole before. - Whoo-ah !
Now all he is is a blind asshole.
Whoo-ah.
Hey, God's a funny guy.
God doth have a sense of humor.
Maybe God thinks some people don't deserve to see.
[ Sigh ] Whoo-ah. Hah !
You get the point... Chuckie ?
- Aah ! - His name is Charles.
You can say that, can't you ? Charles.
Know what this is, Randy ? It's a choke hold l'm teaching those lieutenants.
- Little pressure, l bust your windpipe. - l don't care what he said.
- Charles. - Just let go, please !
[ Gasping ]
Gretchen ?
You outdid yourself.