Dogfight Page #4

And their girls.

- Semper fi.

- Semper fi!

That's only three B's.

Berzin, Benjamin, and Birdlace.

My name's Buell. They just call me Okie.

You've all been friends since boot camp?

No. In boot camp, you line up by height.

In ITR, infantry training after boot camp,

it's alphabetical order.

So we always lined up together.

Got to be pretty tight.

Everyone started calling us the Four Bees.

And we've stuck together since then.

So, you got to be friends

from standing in line?

Well, I'm happy to meet you all. I really am.

Where's our f***ing drinks?

- You guys like to swear.

- No. We like to drink.

No big thing, Rose. It's just words.

After a while, you don't even hear it.

Don't mean sh*t.

- Make room for another round.

- I've already had two.

Honey, don't worry about it.

It's just a mai tai. Very weak drink.

Trust me. You won't get drunk.

Right. Drink up. I'll take another double.

Everyone on the dance floor!

Thanks.

Gentlemen, I say we dance.

Right.

Care to dance, Miss Two Bears?

Come on, darling. Let's hit it.

Let's see if we can make a rainstorm.

Let's show them what we got.

- Are you mad at me?

- No.

- Well, you sure seem mad.

- I'm happier than a two-peckered owl.

It's the f***ing waitress.

Come on, Eddie. Let's dance.

We'll be there in a minute.

She has to finish her drink still.

Come on, honey.

Get off your ass and dance.

Got some tough competition out there.

- Having a good time, Corporal Birdlegs?

- Yeah, yeah. Carry on, a**hole.

- Birdlegs?

- It's just a nickname.

- Waitress!

- Don't drink any more.

Talk to me.

What kind of a bird is that?

A bluebird, the bluebird of happiness.

See? It flies.

It carries me from all the troubles...

...and takes me to where it's all happy.

Crock of sh*t.

Does it ever work?

Let's get out of here.

I thought we were supposed to dance.

You're a nice girl. This is a f***ed-up place.

I'd like to dance. Come on.

Let's hit it, Birdlegs.

Yeah. Semper fi, do or die.

What do you give her?

- Four.

- Four?

She's not even a woman, for Christ's sake.

Bullshit.

She's a f***ing guy in drag.

How can you give her a four?

Son of a b*tch, that is a guy.

I'll give him a seven.

- You having a good time?

- Yes.

What have we here?

Oh, my god.

That son of a b*tch.

She's nice.

Gentlemen, I think we got a winner here.

Berzin wins. Big Berzin.

Winner!

- Ten.

- Ten.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Jesus.

- How many points for that?

- Honorable mention.

Here's the man!

Where's the money?

Unbelievable.

Unbelievable, man.

Where the f*** did you find her?

That's top-f***ing-secret.

Congratulations, you piece of sh*t.

God, was she butt-ugly.

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