That's what I'm talking about, kid, we could be working together again, for God's sake!...

Mr. Grocer:
Kid, I'm putting together a little concern, which would enable those of us in our, uh, rarified profession to avoid embarrassing overlaps. Martin Q. Blank:
What, like a union? Mr. Grocer:
More like a club. You know, work less, make more. Martin Q. Blank:
Wow, sounds like a great idea, but... thank you, no. Mr. Grocer:
No? You remember Burma? Martin Q. Blank:
Yeah, I do. Mr. Grocer:
That nut, General Kwang? You were like a... colonel in that army, weren't you? Martin Q. Blank:
Yeah, yeah, he sold you all those tanks, you shipped 'em to Alabama... Mr. Grocer:
T-34s, I took a bath on that. Martin Q. Blank:
Yeah, that was fun. Mr. Grocer:
That's what I'm talking about, kid, we could be working together again, for God's sake! You know, making big money, killing important people!