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Now, be advised, ladies, - we are going to win the Virginia Military Games ! - I said win: Whiskey, Indian, November. Get used to the sound of that word ! - Major Payne ! - What, boy ? What, what, what ? I did somethin' bad. - You nasty little worm ! Go change your Huggies, boy, and be back here pronto ! Stop that cryin' ! You'll get no pity from me ! You think your tears'll stop Charlie from takin' his bayonet... - and stickin' it in your little tiny heart ? - What the hell was that, you little freckle-faced cartoon ? Did I give you permission to sneeze, Opie ? - No, sir. - Then you hold it in, you big-eared turd, - otherwise I'll kick your ass back to Mayberry !