The Roaring Twenties
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:03:02
Yeah.
:03:03
Hey. Hey, where'd you get those?
:03:05
A friend of mine in Mineola
sends me a fresh batch every week.

:03:08
Look at that.
:03:10
Them cooties is getting desperate.
They're feeding off tobacco.

:03:13
How much can a cootie smoke?
:03:16
Got a light?
:03:25
There's 10,000 shell holes around here, and
everybody's gotta come diving into this one.

:03:29
No privacy in this war anymore.
:03:31
Sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here.
:03:33
Ought to put up a sign:
"No hunting, shooting or trespassing."

:03:39
There goes me prettiest number-nine
cork tips. Where are they?

:03:46
- What's the matter, kid?
- Nothing.

:03:49
You scared?
:03:51
Yes, I am.
:03:53
- No heart, huh?
- I'm beginning to think so.

:03:57
At least I haven't any heart for this.
:03:59
I hoped this business would be
over with before I got here.

:04:01
- What are you, a college kid?
- I just finished law school.

:04:05
A lawyer, huh? Can you think of anything
that can get us out of this hole?

:04:09
He wouldn't if he could.
:04:10
He's the type that cheers back home.
When they get here...

:04:13
...and things get tough, they fold.
- Shut up.

:04:15
- I'm talking to him.
- And I'm talking to you.

:04:18
I don't like heroes or bigmouths.
:04:19
We're all scared.
And why shouldn't we be?

:04:21
What do you think we use
in war, water pistols?

:04:24
You're all right, kid.
:04:26
I like guys who are honest
with themselves. Stay that way.

:04:29
Come on. Looks like it's quieted down.
:04:41
Mailman, boys! Come and get it!
Goodies from home!

:04:45
- Rothmore.
- Here, right here.

:04:46
- Fletcher.
- Here I am.

:04:49
- Tilton.
- Here.

:04:51
- Aloysius Toohey.
- Here.

:04:53
Bartlett.
:04:55
Right, buddy.

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