Scent of a Woman1992

Officer Gore:
License and registration. [Charlie hands over some papers.] What, are you test driving this baby?

Col. Slade:
Don't she purr, though?

Officer Gore:
At 70 miles an hour?

Col. Slade:
You should hear it at 125. Ha!

Officer Gore:
Where's your license?

Col. Slade:
At the dealer's. They give it back to you when you return the car.

Officer Gore:
You got ID?

Col. Slade:
You bet. Indeed. [Hands over his ID]

Officer Gore:
[Looking at the card] "Lieutenant Colonel Slade."

Col. Slade:
And you, soldier?

Officer Gore:
The name is Police Officer Gore.

Col. Slade:
You're doin' a hell of a job, Gore!

Officer Gore:
Oh, and so are you, Colonel. Who's the kid?

Col. Slade:
My boy Charlie. He kept tellin' me to "let her out, let her out"; what was I gonna do, disappoint him?

Officer Gore:
Yes. [Pauses] Tell you what I'm gonna do, Colonel. I'm gonna let you go. On one condition.

Col. Slade:
What's that?

Officer Gore:
That you take this rig straight back to the dealer.

Charlie:
Y-you got it.

Col. Slade:
Shut up.

Officer Gore:
[Holds out the papers] You want this?

Col. Slade:
Sure. [Reaches out and takes the papers] Gore, your face and your voice are familiar. You ever in the Officers Club at Danang?

Officer Gore:
No.

Col. Slade:
Ever in the Army?

Officer Gore:
No, Coast Guard.

Col. Slade:
Good Lord. Ha ha!

Officer Gore:
[Laughs] Your dad's looking good, Charlie. He's got a heavy foot, though. Tell him to take it light, all right?