- Fraternity President: You can't use your hands to pick up the olive. Or your toes, or your ears, or your nose, or your mouth.
- Oscy: What's left?
- Fraternity President: Your ass.
- Oscy: You're kidding!
- Paule: Hey, Hermie. When you going in?
- Hermie: Never.
- Paule: Well, what's the matter? Aren't you 1-A?
- Hermie: I'm going to college. Educational deferment, first class.
- Paule: Oh... well, that's very nice. I mean, that's okay.
- Oscy: Cut it, Paule. If you weren't so stupid, you'd be going to college too.
- Paule: Well, there's a war on. Remember?
- Oscy: Yeah, I heard the rumor.
- Paule: Well, if you enlist you can pick your own branch. I'm going into the Navy.
- Oscy: As what? A torpedo?
- Paule: [sarcastic] Good ol' Oscy. Excuse me.
- Oscy: You'll have scurvy in a week!
- Oscy: [having just left the bar with Hermie] I think I'm going to vomit. You better get downwind.
- Hermie: If you vomit, you're on your own. I'll leave you here to die.
- Oscy: Okay, maybe I won't vomit. I'll sing.
- Oscy: [singing to the tune of Bye, Bye Blackbird] Pack up all your cares and woes, there he goes, runny nose. Bye, bye, Benjie.
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