Sgt. Scream: Cohiba Esblendito, sir... Are you confiscating my cigar, Lieutenant?
Lt. Underpants: It's not yours, Sergeant. It's U.S. Army's, isnt it?
Sgt. Scream: It is now... (walking away, under his breath) Should have taken the goddamn money after all.
Sgt. Scream: (to Mrs. B) I will tell you when to risk your sorry ass! You will not go off and be a hero on your own goddamn schedule! I will pick the time and place! (pause) I'm putting you in for a bronze star, anyway, you dumbass.
Sgt. Scream: All right, check out that last room. Now we'll see if this guy has any class at all.
Dim: Meaning what?
Sgt. Scream: Meaning did he leave a cigar for me or not?