Scent of a Woman1992

Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
Your father pedals car telephones at a 300 percent markup. Your mother works on heavy commission at a camera store. Graduated to it from espresso machines. Hah!

Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
What are you, dying of some wasting disease?

Charlie Simms:
No, I'm right - I'm right here.

Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
I know exactly where your body is. What I'm looking for is some indication of a brain. Too much football without a helmet? Hah! Lyndon's line on Gerry Ford. Deputy debriefer, Paris, peace talks, '68. Snagged a silver star and a silver bar. Threw me into G-2.

Charlie Simms:
G-2?

Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
Intelligence. Of which you have none.