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O'Rourke: You are now looking at "The Termites."
Agarn: The Termites?!?
Dobbs: We'll eat our way into your hearts.
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Wild Eagle: Stop the music!
Agarn: Now wait a minute, chief. You promised no flaming arrows.
Wild Eagle: Wild Eagle love Bedbugs. They could be big hit at our Playbrave Club.
Agarn: You mean that, chief?
Crazy Cat: Indians will love this music. The can make a lot of money on teepee circuit.
Agarn: You're talking to the right fella, 'cause I happen to be their manager.
Wild Eagle: Then you can get lots of Indian camp bookings, including anniversary dance at Little Big Horn!
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Capt. Parmenter: Corporal, this is a very serious decision. Don't you want to take some time and think it over?
Agarn: No, sir. I think those boys have a great future. All they need is a manager with a good ear for music, showmanship and brains.
O'Rourke: Welcome back to F Troop, Agarn!
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O'Rourke: Will you stop reading those medical books?!?
Capt. Parmenter: He's right, corporal. Everytime you read about a new disease, you think you've got it.
O'Rourke: Yeah, last week he opened a Chinese fortune cookie and went to bed with the Asiatic flu.