I guess I said I would.
But she had to change, so we decided
to go up to his place and wait for her.

I don't remember
exactly what we talked about...

... or how long before Monty
and Floyd came.

Suddenly I began to feel worse
instead of better.

Everything began to get fuzzy.
You're doing all right, kid.
You're doing all right.

You know what I'd do
if I had some dough, Sammy?

I'd go to the liquor store,
and I'd tell the man...

...wrap up three bottles of this liquor.
Three bottles all at one time.
...let me tell you something.
Not many civilians will take a soldier
into their house like this for a quiet talk.

Well, let me tell you something.
A guy that's afraid to take a soldier
into his house, he stinks.

And I mean he stinks.
He ought to have the screws put to him.
Am I right, or am I right?

- Don't you think...?
- I asked you a question, Sammy.

- What was that?
- You know what was that.

Am I right, or am I right?
- You're right, sergeant.
- You can say that again.

You're all right, Sammy. You're okay.
- Are you all right?
- I'm all right.

I'll be right back.
I just need a little air.

- Can I get you anything?
- He's all right. You heard him.

- Let's have another round.
- There isn't time.

What kind of a brush is this?
What's the matter, Jew boy?

Afraid we'll drink all your
stinking wonderful liquor?

I didn't wanna hear anybody
yelling at anybody.

I decided not to go back.
The air felt good.