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- Honour.

Honour, indeed.

Burglarproof, foolproof, weatherproof.

Everything else

is subject to the powers that be,

dependent upon the caprices

of often inferior men.

But your honour is your own, inviolate.

So, then. To honour.

- To honour.

- To honour.

Well, drink up. We have things to do.

Bunker Hill is rich in ceremony,

but this is an occasion

I always like to keep rather private,

when I say goodbye to one major

and appoint another in his place.

The cadet major

is outranked militarily only by me,

so that makes it a position

of some responsibility.

- You'll attest to that, won't you, Cooper?

- I'm afraid I can.

Captain Moreland, like your predecessor

you've distinguished yourself for a number

of years here as an underclassman.

And in recognition

of your scholarship and leadership,

your exemplary character,

I take pleasure in conferring upon you

the rank of cadet major

with all the responsibilities

and privileges of that rank.

Now, they'll respect the rank.

But God knows they won't

respect the man unless he earns it.

And the loyalty of men is always hard-earned.

- I'll do my best, sir.

- I have every confidence in you.

- Thank you, sir.

- Congratulations, Brian.

- Don't make me look too bad in comparison.

- Don't worry.

John, if you do half as well at West Point as

you have here, you'll make a splendid officer.

Thank you, sir. The credit would go to you.

If you wouldn't mind accompanying me

to the administration building,

I have my annual battle of the paperclips

with the board of trustees.

Entirely adequate.

Don't ask me what we had for dinner.

Can't remember.

- We had this stuff in some green liquid.

- We had brandy. Brandy with the general.

- Incredible.

- Do you even like brandy?

That's beside the point. Can't stand it.

They're beautiful, roomie. You earned them.

Yeah. You deserve them as much as I do.

No way, Jos. I'm half-civilian,

you know, on my mother's side.

Even if I did get you through math, science,

- Military science...

- True. Very true.

Did you get 'em?

Whatever happened to good manners?

The simple custom of knocking...

The gold.

I'd give my right nut for those oak leaves.

Does a major live at this address?

Can I touch 'em? Please?

- Man, I can't believe it!

- Don't cream on 'em. They'll tarnish.

You should have been there.

We talked about battles he'd been in.

- No sh*t!

- Drank brandy.

- No sh*t!

- Toasted honour.

You can tell your grandchildren about it.

Listen. We are gonna have such a great year.

The best year yet.

We are gonna command the best regiment

this school has ever seen.

Damn well said!

In honour of this auspicious occasion,

Major Moreland,

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