No, l'm right -- l'm right here.

l know exactly where your body is.

What l'm lookin' for is some indication of a brain.

Too much football without a helmet ?

Hah ! Lyndon's line on Gerry Ford.

Deputy Debriefer, Paris Peace Talks, '68.

Snagged the Silver Star and a silver bar. Threw me into G-2.

G-2 ?

lntelligence, of which you have none.

[ Yelling ] Where you from ?

Um, Gresham, Oregon,

s-- Colonel.

What does your daddy do in Gresham, Oregon ?

Hmm ? Count wood chips ?

Uh, my stepfather and my mom run a convenience store.

- How convenient ! What time they open ? - 5:OO A.M.

- Close ? - 1:OO A.M.

Hard workers.

You got me all misty-eyed !

So, what are you doin' here in this sparrow-fart town ?

l, l-- l attend Baird.

Attend Baird !

l know you go to the Baird school.

Point is, how do you afford it,

even with the student aid and the folks back home hustlin' corn nuts ?

[ Sigh ] l won a, uh, Young America merit scholarship.

Whoo-ah !

# Glory, glory Hallelujah #

# Glory, glory Hallelujah #

- [ Knocking ] - Who's there ?

- [ Knocking ] - That little piece of tail ?

Get her outta here !

[ Girl Giggling ]

Yeah.

Can't believe they're my blood.

l.Q. of sloths and the manners of banshees.

He's a mechanic, she's a homemaker.

He knows as much about cars as a beauty queen,

and she bakes cookies, taste like wing nuts.

As for the tots, they're twits.

How's your skin, son ? l like my aides to be presentable.

Well, l -- l've had a few zits.

Um, but my roommate, he lent me his Clinique because he's from --

''The History of My Skin,'' by Charles Simms.