You're back too fast. You didn't get my cigars, did you? Get outta here, Charlie. I...

[Charlie comes back to the room to see Frank putting on his uniform] Lt. Col. Frank Slade: You're back too fast. You didn't get my cigars, did you? Get outta here, Charlie. [loads the .45] Charlie Simms: I thought we had a deal. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: I welched. I'm a welcher. Didn't I tell you? Charlie Simms: No, what you told me was, that you gave me all the bullets. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: I lied. Charlie Simms: Yeah, well you could've fooled me. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: And I did. [pause] Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Charlie, how you ever gonna survive in this world without me? Charlie Simms: Colonel, why don't you just give me the gun, all right? [Frank picks up the gun and points it at Charlie] Charlie Simms: What are you doing? Lt. Col. Frank Slade: I'm gonna shoot you, too. Your life's finished anyway. Your friend George is gonna sing like a canary. And so are you. And once you've sung, Charlie, my boy, you're gonna take your place on that long, grey line of American manhood. And then you will be through. Charlie Simms: I'd hate to disagree with you, Colonel. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: You're in no position to disagree with me, boy. I got a loaded .45 here. You got pimples. I'm gonna kill you, Charlie, cause I can't bear the thought of you SELLIN' OUT! Charlie Simms: [now firm] Put the gun down, all right, Colonel? Lt. Col. Frank Slade: What? You givin' me an ultimatum? Charlie Simms: No, I'm... Lt. Col. Frank Slade: I give the ultimatums! Charlie Simms: I'm sorry. All right I'm sorry. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: It's all right, Charlie. You break my heart, son. All my life I've stood up to everyone and everything, because it made me feel *important*. You do it... because you mean it. You've got integrity, Charlie. I don't know whether to shoot you or adopt ya. Charlie Simms: Not much of a choice, is it, sir? Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Oh, don't get cute now.