Sgt. Maj. Dickerson: "You're in southeast Asia now, pal. You got your cushy little assignment. There's nothing I can do about that. In time you will make me forget it. You stay out of my way, there'll be no problem. But if you toy with me, I'll burn you so bad, you'll wish you died as a child. Am I being fairly clear?"
Cronauer: "Yes, sir."
Sgt. Maj. Dickerson: "Sir? I work for a living, Airman. You will address me as Sgt. Maj. Dickerson."
Cronauer: "Yes, Sgt. Maj. Dickerson."