Hot Shots!

Benson: "You know, I've personally flown over 194 missions and I was shot down every one of them. Come to think of it, I've never landed a plane in my life." Benson: "Gentlemen, we've waited a long time to hear this. In exactly 5 hours and 17 minutes we hit the enemy toast" Block: "Err... I think that's enemy coast sir" Benson: "Huh? Coast? That'll take a bit more planning. But it doesn't matter..." Benson: "Call down to the galley and order some soup." Block: "Yes, sir." Benson: "Ah, I love soup. At least I think I do. Blasted shell, it's either soup or duck. Which one do you shoot?" Block: "Duck, sir" Block: "Are you alright, sir?" Benson: "Of course I'm alright! Why, what have you heard?" Benson: "Help me read this, my eyes are ceramic. Took a bazooka round at the battle of Little Big Horn. Or was it Okinawa? The one without the Indians." Topper: "It was an accident." Gregory: "Accident, my deep-blue eyes." Block: "How are ya, Sir?" Benson: "Hawaii?! God-damnit, man, I'm supposed to

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