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- I know. Everybody, listen.

We weren't invited to this party--

I just want to talk for a second.

- I don't care about that.

- I know you don't care.

- I think you better leave.

- Please, just give me two minutes.

All right?

- Please.

- No, I think you better go.

I'm losing my patience.

This is a private party.

-You were not invited. You better leave.

-You don't understand.

- I have nothing to understand.

- You have something to understand.

You don't understand what this man

will be doing for you.

- I don't want to hear about it.

- You should hear about it!

- You know what he's gonna do for you?

- I don't care!

You should care because

he's gonna be fighting for you.

He's going to Vietnam to fight for you,

to save your life!

- I want you out!

- You should care!

If you want me out of here,

you'll have to throw me out.

That's exactly

what I'm gonna do.

I won't muss myself up

fussing with you.

I'll get the police if I have to.

Penguin.

Now, my friend, Claude, here

is in love.

He saw this chick on a horse--

- Excuse me.

- Jesus.

Now, let's deal with this

as gentlemen.

- Quietly.

- Good.

- May I give you a word of advice?

- Yeah.

Get your ass out of here, now.

Is that it?

- Yes.

- Thank you.

Now, listen.

Claude here is in love.

The girl he's in love with

is sitting in this room.

He just wants to sit here

and look at her for five minutes.

He just wants to look at her

and have this picture in his head...

when he's off there fighting

in the jungles.

Is that so much to ask?

This is for you, man.

Wait a minute.

This is what you want.

Sheila, is that okay if Claude

just sits here and looks at you...

for a few minutes

before we go?

You've got a hell of a nerve,

young man.

I got life, mother

I got laughs, sister

I got freedom, brother

And I got good times, man

I got crazy ways, daughter

I got million-dollar charm, cousin

I got headaches and toothaches

And bad times too

Like you

I got my hair, I got my head

I got my brains, I got my ears

I got my eyes

I got my nose

I got my mouth

I got my teeth

I got my tongue, I got my chin

I got my neck, I got my tits

I got my heart, I got my soul

I got my back

I got my ass

I got my arms, I got my hands

I got my fingers, Got my legs

I got my feet, I got my toes

I got my liver, Got my blood

- Watch out!

- Oh, my God!

Got my guts

Got my muscles

Lafayette Johnson.

Jeannie Ryan.

Woof Daschund.

The court is about to pronounce

sentence upon each of you.

The sentence of the court:

You be confined to the workhouse

for 30 days...

or pay a fine of $50.

Your Honor,

I don't think you understand.

We haven't got any bread.

I'm sorry.

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