We're driving to Albany.
Donny, my husband, has family there.
- Do you want Tommy in or out?
- Leave him out!
He's chasin' that Calico ginch from the track houses again!
Down deep, the man is a lump of sugar.
- Sir?
- Don't call me sir!
I-I'm sorry.
I mean mister, sir.
Uh-oh, we got a moron here, is that it?
No, mister...
Uh, that is...
Uh, Lieutenant.
Yes, sir, Lieu...
Lieutenant Colonel.
26 years on the line, nobody ever busted me four grades before.
Get in here, you idiot!
Come a little closer.
I wanna get a better ygarcia@example.org.
How's your skin, son?
My skin, sir?
- Oh, for Christ's sake.
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