So whatever I say, my cousin... You could offer me eternal life or a catfish sandwich and...

Terry Richmond: So whatever I say, my cousin...
Chief Sandy Burnne: You could offer me eternal life or a catfish sandwich and the answer would still be the same, specially since you stopped calling me "sir", which about was the only thing you had going for you.
Terry Richmond: Well, see, that's a courtesy I extend only so far, one of the perks of civilian life, you know?
Chief Sandy Burnne: Hmm.
[spits chew]
Chief Sandy Burnne: Let's not go reminiscing about the Corps now. We both know you never left the base.
Terry Richmond: Checking up on me?
Chief Sandy Burnne: What were you, motor-pool?
Terry Richmond: No, put in for infantry but, uh, they found a use for me state-side.
Chief Sandy Burnne: Now, good for them.
[spits chew]
Chief Sandy Burnne: I've had no such luck. So I guess it's time you headed on... and be grateful because if I still had a jail you'd already be in it.
Terry Richmond: I mean, you got me in a tight enough spot as is. Both of us, actually.
Chief Sandy Burnne: How's that?
Terry Richmond: Well, that's why I'm here. I'm running out of letters. See it's, and I don't mean to reminisce, but uh, one thing I can't shake from the Corps: acronyms. Man, we got tons that seared into my brain.
Chief Sandy Burnne: I got an acronym for ya.
Terry Richmond: Allow me to finish!