King of the Hill (1997–2010): Season 6, Episode 11 - Unfortunate Son - full transcript
Cotton and his army buddies have to stay at Hank's house when the VFW loses its lease.
All right, everybody! Who likes money?
I do, honey.
Good, then I need you to go down
to the VFW and collect this much.
Those vets are three months behind
on their propane bill.
[groaning]
The VFW? Those guys are war heroes.
Sending a Joe Jack to hit them up
for money is, well, kind of an insult.
At least send an Enrique or a Roger Sack.
Hank, I am tired of talking about this.
You get me that money yourself!
The mother of my bastard
is all over me for more child support.
Well, I understand.
I have a boy of my own.
(Cotton) A-N-Z-l-O.
-Anzio!
-You can't use that. I challenge.
What? Challenge? The Battle of Anzio.
Thirtieth day of January, 1944.
We caught the Krauts
with their pants down...
and their schnitzel exposed.
We'd taken the beach by noon,
the town by nightfall.
I can still taste the Chianti
out of that sigiora 's navel.
All right, it's a proper noun,
but, damn it, I'll allow it!
God, she was a piece.
Triple word score. Forty-two points.
[clearing throat]
Hey, Dad?
To quote Mr. Strickland...
I don't mean to be a propane in the butt...
[tittering]
but...
you owe $416.29...
on your propane bill.
I think I can get the $5 late fee waived.
I'm sorry, I must have dropped that money
somewhere in the Philippines...
fighting for your freedom,
you damn draft-dodger!
You mean to tell me...
that this bloodsucking ganef
never served his country?
Four-F.
Got out on account of his narrow urethra!
[sighs]
The only uniform he ever wore
was the Boy Scouts.
I made it to Eagle Scout.
And, Dad, you know the war was over.
Besides, I tried to enlist...
but the Army felt I wouldn't be able
to relieve myself efficiently under duress...
especially in front of others.
[all guffawing]
-Look, I didn't come here to fight.
-Of course you didn't, you coward.
We ain't got your money.
Take a look around.
You see Fat Brooklyn, Cookie,
or Tommy-Gun Scanlan?
-No.
-Dead!
All dead. And dead men don't pay no dues.
Now, get out of my sight!
Come back tomorrow.
We's having a fundraiser.
Let's do our shopping
before the Salvation Army invades.
[giggling]
I should get a medal for wit.
And you know
what I would call that medal?
I would call it the....
[chuckling]
I don't know.
Hey, there's my dad.
Get your war-hero memorabilia here!
All items must go!
Amuse your friends and thrill the ladies...
with an authentic Nazi skull.
Priced to move.
Dad, are you selling your medals?
Yes, I am, you four-eyed Four-F-er.
I should charge you $1.25
just for looking at them.
But when I was kid,
you wouldn't even let me polish them.
Well, it's sell the medals or lose the VFW.
We can't pay the rent no more.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
there's a twig boy eyeing Hitler's canoe.
I'm prepared to offer $100 American
for the canoe...
and don't try to haggle with me.
I'm an attorney.
Boy, this ain't any canoe.
This is Hitler's canoe.
-$500.
-Look.
I'm just buying it for a camping trip.
It's gonna cost me $40 just to paint over
the swastika on the other side.
What? Paint over the swastika?
It's a war trophy.
You're painting over my victory.
The deal is off!
Well, too bad.
[exclaiming]
Fine! Sold!
Hank, do something useful
for once in your life...
and help me carry Hitler's canoe
out to this patriot's car.
Boy, this fits my hand
like a comfortable shoe.
Careful. That's an antique falconer's glove.
Belonged to Hermann Goering.
For you, $80.
Do you accept prepaid phone cards?
Aunt Peggy, I don't think this is right.
He's a very old man.
Luanne, this is for charity.
Oh, yeah.
-Yeah, it's the maroon Mitsubishi.
-Mitsubishi?
They made the planes
that bombed Pearl Harbor!
-I ain't selling Hitler's canoe to no traitor.
-We had a verbal agreement.
You're a witness.
You don't deserve no Hitler's canoe.
Dad, calm down.
(Cotton) Don't tell me to calm down,
Boy Scout! I'm a war hero!
I killed 50 men!
Now, hop in your sushi boat and git!
Whoa, whoa!
All right! All right!
Listen up. If you're driving a Nazi car
or an ltalian scooter...
get your Axis-loving ass out of here!
[quavering]
-Let's go.
-But I paid for another throw.
[grunting]
-Where'd you get that bird?
-lnternet.
What's the hood for?
I think you take it off
when you want him to do a trick.
-Make him do a trick.
-Okay.
-Falcon, do a loop-the-loop.
-Yeah!
-A barrel roll! Scratch that.
-Yeah.
A reverse barrel roll...
then back to the glove.
Oh, boy! Oh, boy!
[exclaims]
[falcon screeching]
[screaming]
Ta-da!
(Cotton) Seized by the sheriff.
We've been captured on our own soil.
Incoming.
I've got two platoons of propane
right here...
and reinforcements are on the way.
Hank, go away.
It's all over.
No, no.
I worked out an easy payment plan.
I've got pre-stamped envelopes.
You don't have to sell
any more of your stuff.
We ain't selling it. It's being repoed.
Oh, Dad, I'm sorry.
Here's everything
we got from the rummage sale.
$41.
Now, git. It's 4:00, time for Judge Judy,
(Hank) Shouldn't that TV be plugged in?
Dad, you guys deserve better than this.
You're damn straight, we do!
Bring us a heat lamp.
And some sandwiches.
I'm so goddang hungry.
[music playiig oi radio]
[singing]
[humming]
Hey, Peggy, guess what?
Welcome to the new VFW Headquarters,
Hank's wife.
[gasps]
Sorry, we broke your crapper.
[yawning] It is 2:00 a.m.
Now, I am as patriotic as the next person.
But if I am not
at the top of my teaching game...
it is the children who suffer.
They promised they'd go home
as soon as the movie was over.
I can't go in there
and just turn off the Duke.
[guifire oi TV]
[men snoring]
They looked like
little angels sleeping there.
The smell was unimaginable.
Well, I'll shuttle them home
in the morning.
I bet I could do it in four trips.
What they need is some new blood
to join their organization.
Maybe they could merge with the Kiwanis.
Now, wait a minute. What about Vietnam?
Those guys always have
some kind of float in the parade...
and I heard the landlord
is having a heck of a time...
renting out the VFW building.
Maybe if the old vets
could get the Vietnam guys to join up...
they could get their post back.
Well, I know a Vietnam vet.
Dr. Sarti, my gynecologist.
They needed those guys over there?
Hank, I keep in touch
with some of the guys from my unit...
but none of us really have time
to sit around rehashing war stories.
I've got a family
and a very successful practice.
-I understand.
-I treat a lot of prominent women.
-Okay, then--
-Deputy Mayors and such.
Yeah. Thank you very much for your time.
Hey, you know, a patient of mine,
Karen Schwinn...
chronic yeast infection.
Her husband runs a support group for vets.
He used to like to talk about the Nam.
I'll call you with his number.
-Thank you, Dr. Sarti.
-Wish I could be of more help.
[sighs]
Goodbye, Doctor. Sir.
Well, I've been doing a little research
and I found out you need to train falcons.
Oh, that's probably why it attacked me.
He has completed my training course,
as have I his.
Turns out falcons are hunting birds.
They catch mice, rats, moles, voles...
and chipmunks.
What's a vole?
Don't know. Let's find out.
Falcon, bring us back a vole.
No.
[screaming]
[falcon screeching]
So, Bill's a vole.
I ran into a guy from my unit,
Skullcrusher.
He manages a shoe store.
[sighing]
-How come I can't get it together?
-It's not a race, man.
But as long as you keep taking your meds,
you are moving forward.
[electronic beeping]
It's cool, it's cool. We're just out of time.
See you next week.
[men chattering]
Hi, I'm Hank Hill.
I talked to you on the phone.
Right. Dr. Sarti's friend.
What's on your mind?
Well, I wanted to talk to y'all
about joining the VFW.
[men exclaiming]
We tried that already.
When me and TJ got home from the war,
we went over to the Arlen VFW.
This short guy head-butted TJ
right in the nads.
Yeah, that was probably my dad
and he feels bad about that.
Yeah?
Yeah, sure.
You know, the World War ll vets
are looking to reach out to you guys...
but they feel guilty
and, you know, that other stuff....
Well, you should get together
and talk about it.
Look, they want you to come
to a barbeque. Just hear them out.
We'll meet them. But no promises.
One more thing.
Do I need to bring a bathing suit?
Vietnam boys? No gat dang way!
The VFW stands for Veterans of Foreign
Wars not Reefer-Smoking Losers!
But they fought and died for their country
just like you guys did.
Zip it, boy! I'm trying to watch
my nudie channel. Now, get along.
What?
Well, now, where's my nudie channel?
Hold it.
I think this one's ready to take her top off.
That's Diane Sawyer, Dad.
She's not gonna take her top off, is she?
You know, if the Vietnam vets
started paying dues...
I bet you could afford a whole bunch
of nudie channels.
[groaning]
If any of these sissies
whines about Agent Orange...
I'll split him butt to brow.
Look at those guys!
All over each other. Sickening.
Now, that's probably
just part of the therapy.
That's, well.... Okay, that is a little creepy.
Hey, you found us.
No sweat. I did recon in Nam.
And we saw the balloons
from the highway.
Well, greetings, fellow veterans.
I'm the CO here.
Colonel Cotton Hill, 77th Division,
US Army.
As I was just telling my boy here,
we think you are all...
worthy to join the VFW
and start paying dues immediately.
Whoa.
Slow down, Colonel.
We're not sure we want to join.
The Arlen VFW has ignored us
for 25 years.
Heck, the Vietcong invited us back
before you did...
and they gave us free mopeds
for the week.
Look, I'm sorry.
I guess we weren't used to losing a war.
Well, excuse us for not just dropping
a couple of atomic bombs.
Hey, fellas.
I know something we can all agree on.
Beer. What say we invade the cooler?
(all) Yeah.
(Ronnie) This one time my buddy, Lenny,
was showing me a picture of his wife.
Wind comes up out of nowhere
and blows the picture away.
Lenny goes chasing after it.
Sniper got him in the right temple.
My best friend got killed
just because he missed his wife.
I spent four years away from my wife
in dogfights...
with Zeroes over the Pacific.
Those four years in my F6 Hellcat
were the only peace and quiet I ever got!
[all guffawing]
-Anyone got a bottle opener?
-Yes, sir, Colonel, sir.
(Cotton) Hey, a bayonet.
Toss that over here.
Boy, this takes me back.
Topsy, remember that kamikaze
you gutted back on lwo?
What did he say?
[both exclaiming]
[both grunting]
Stop it! Stop it!
You're freaking Ronnie out, man.
Maybe, you should ease up a little, Dad.
[exclaiming]
Colonel, these guys are trauma cases.
They've got delicate psyches.
Stop it! Stop it!
Oh, come on, boy! This bothers you?
How about this?
[grunting]
[gibbering]
Cut it out!
[screaming]
Easy there, big boy.
[groaning]
Come and get me, you cowards.
[grunting]
[panting]
(Hank) Oh, no.
Let's get that midget son of a bitch.
[all yelling]
Come on, people,
remember your breathing exercises.
That big loony swung on me.
I was just defending myself.
But why did you push him?
I found those guys at a trauma ward.
Well, maybe we can go back
when they've cooled down.
I'll get them drunk
and we'll put things right.
Dad, listen to me.
They're gonna cut our heads off.
[men whooping]
They're getting close.
Quick, Dad, hop up on my back.
I ain't no papoose.
Well....
Look, on account
of your combat experience...
maybe you could see what's going on
better from up there.
Not a terrible idea.
This will be my command post.
Over there!
(Cotton) Move it!
This is real bad, man.
You guys might have undone
30 years of therapy.
Dirty hippie.
You know, you could benefit
from a little group therapy.
Clear up some of that anger.
I haven't slept in 50 years.
I'm so tired.
Come on, faster, mule! Faster!
[panting]
[Cotton grunting]
Hell, it'd be faster
if I'd carried you on my shoulders.
Despite my expert navigation,
you still managed to get us lost.
Nice job.
Hold on, Dad. I know the highway
runs along the southern edge of the forest.
If we keep heading south,
we can eventually find help.
Well, how we gonna find south?
You pack a compass
in your Boy Scout purse?
Moss. Moss always grows
on the north side of a tree.
All right, Dad, saddle up.
[men yelling]
Goddang, we're trapped like rats.
No, we're not. There's a beaver hole.
See the tracks?
Where there's a beaver hole,
there's got to be a beaver dam.
Now, let's follow the current.
The dam's got to be downstream.
There it is.
[men yelling]
(Cotton) No, this ain't a flashback.
You're losing again!
[cheering]
If you're wondering where the falcon is,
I let him go in the woods.
Kept the glove, though.
Keeps my beer from cooling my hand...
and keeps my hand
from warming my beer.
It looks pretty bad-ass.
-Do you think I could wear--
-No.
Well, not to beat a dead horse, fellows...
but what is your favorite kind of sausage?
Chicken and apple, breakfast patty...
Italian, spicy ltalian, sweet ltalian--
[screaming]
[falcon screeching]
He found his way home.
(Hank) We should head downhill.
There's more tree cover
and we should be able to hit the highway.
You draft-dodging ninny!
The first rule of combat
is to take the high ground.
Now uphill, boy. March! Schiell! Schiell!
[Hank panting]
Oh, hell. I pooped the bed.
[men chattering]
Dad, you wait here.
I'll try to find some footholds
that will support both of us.
[gasping]
There's got to be a way out of here.
Boy...
we're surrounded.
All right, get behind me.
I'll try to fight them off.
I've got a pretty thick neck.
Maybe while they're sawing through it,
you can slip down the hill.
I ain't leaving.
They're gonna have to gut me, too.
I'm sorry, Dad. It was a bad idea
to try to get everyone together.
-I guess, I just--
-No!
Dang it, Hank, don't apologize!
You did everything right.
I screwed up.
Sometimes you can do everything right
and still lose.
It ain't your fault.
You gave it everything you had.
That's all I ever asked of my men.
Thanks for trying, soldier.
[men sobbing]
That's all we ever wanted to hear.
You did your best.
Thanks for trying.
Well, I gotta say I'm surprised
you fellas are as good as you is.
Shoot, you captured Cotton Hill.
The whole Nazi army couldn't do that.
As commanding officer
of the local VFW post...
I would be honored
to have you fellas join our organization...
on the one condition,
that you stop all this goddang bawling.
We'll do our best, Colonel.
Oh, what are you smiling about?
You think you're getting
your propane bill paid.
Well, you ain't.
You're in a long line, behind cable,
hooch, and scooch.
-You ever get shot?
-I got a plate in my head.
No kidding? I got no shins.
[Bill screaming]
I do, honey.
Good, then I need you to go down
to the VFW and collect this much.
Those vets are three months behind
on their propane bill.
[groaning]
The VFW? Those guys are war heroes.
Sending a Joe Jack to hit them up
for money is, well, kind of an insult.
At least send an Enrique or a Roger Sack.
Hank, I am tired of talking about this.
You get me that money yourself!
The mother of my bastard
is all over me for more child support.
Well, I understand.
I have a boy of my own.
(Cotton) A-N-Z-l-O.
-Anzio!
-You can't use that. I challenge.
What? Challenge? The Battle of Anzio.
Thirtieth day of January, 1944.
We caught the Krauts
with their pants down...
and their schnitzel exposed.
We'd taken the beach by noon,
the town by nightfall.
I can still taste the Chianti
out of that sigiora 's navel.
All right, it's a proper noun,
but, damn it, I'll allow it!
God, she was a piece.
Triple word score. Forty-two points.
[clearing throat]
Hey, Dad?
To quote Mr. Strickland...
I don't mean to be a propane in the butt...
[tittering]
but...
you owe $416.29...
on your propane bill.
I think I can get the $5 late fee waived.
I'm sorry, I must have dropped that money
somewhere in the Philippines...
fighting for your freedom,
you damn draft-dodger!
You mean to tell me...
that this bloodsucking ganef
never served his country?
Four-F.
Got out on account of his narrow urethra!
[sighs]
The only uniform he ever wore
was the Boy Scouts.
I made it to Eagle Scout.
And, Dad, you know the war was over.
Besides, I tried to enlist...
but the Army felt I wouldn't be able
to relieve myself efficiently under duress...
especially in front of others.
[all guffawing]
-Look, I didn't come here to fight.
-Of course you didn't, you coward.
We ain't got your money.
Take a look around.
You see Fat Brooklyn, Cookie,
or Tommy-Gun Scanlan?
-No.
-Dead!
All dead. And dead men don't pay no dues.
Now, get out of my sight!
Come back tomorrow.
We's having a fundraiser.
Let's do our shopping
before the Salvation Army invades.
[giggling]
I should get a medal for wit.
And you know
what I would call that medal?
I would call it the....
[chuckling]
I don't know.
Hey, there's my dad.
Get your war-hero memorabilia here!
All items must go!
Amuse your friends and thrill the ladies...
with an authentic Nazi skull.
Priced to move.
Dad, are you selling your medals?
Yes, I am, you four-eyed Four-F-er.
I should charge you $1.25
just for looking at them.
But when I was kid,
you wouldn't even let me polish them.
Well, it's sell the medals or lose the VFW.
We can't pay the rent no more.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
there's a twig boy eyeing Hitler's canoe.
I'm prepared to offer $100 American
for the canoe...
and don't try to haggle with me.
I'm an attorney.
Boy, this ain't any canoe.
This is Hitler's canoe.
-$500.
-Look.
I'm just buying it for a camping trip.
It's gonna cost me $40 just to paint over
the swastika on the other side.
What? Paint over the swastika?
It's a war trophy.
You're painting over my victory.
The deal is off!
Well, too bad.
[exclaiming]
Fine! Sold!
Hank, do something useful
for once in your life...
and help me carry Hitler's canoe
out to this patriot's car.
Boy, this fits my hand
like a comfortable shoe.
Careful. That's an antique falconer's glove.
Belonged to Hermann Goering.
For you, $80.
Do you accept prepaid phone cards?
Aunt Peggy, I don't think this is right.
He's a very old man.
Luanne, this is for charity.
Oh, yeah.
-Yeah, it's the maroon Mitsubishi.
-Mitsubishi?
They made the planes
that bombed Pearl Harbor!
-I ain't selling Hitler's canoe to no traitor.
-We had a verbal agreement.
You're a witness.
You don't deserve no Hitler's canoe.
Dad, calm down.
(Cotton) Don't tell me to calm down,
Boy Scout! I'm a war hero!
I killed 50 men!
Now, hop in your sushi boat and git!
Whoa, whoa!
All right! All right!
Listen up. If you're driving a Nazi car
or an ltalian scooter...
get your Axis-loving ass out of here!
[quavering]
-Let's go.
-But I paid for another throw.
[grunting]
-Where'd you get that bird?
-lnternet.
What's the hood for?
I think you take it off
when you want him to do a trick.
-Make him do a trick.
-Okay.
-Falcon, do a loop-the-loop.
-Yeah!
-A barrel roll! Scratch that.
-Yeah.
A reverse barrel roll...
then back to the glove.
Oh, boy! Oh, boy!
[exclaims]
[falcon screeching]
[screaming]
Ta-da!
(Cotton) Seized by the sheriff.
We've been captured on our own soil.
Incoming.
I've got two platoons of propane
right here...
and reinforcements are on the way.
Hank, go away.
It's all over.
No, no.
I worked out an easy payment plan.
I've got pre-stamped envelopes.
You don't have to sell
any more of your stuff.
We ain't selling it. It's being repoed.
Oh, Dad, I'm sorry.
Here's everything
we got from the rummage sale.
$41.
Now, git. It's 4:00, time for Judge Judy,
(Hank) Shouldn't that TV be plugged in?
Dad, you guys deserve better than this.
You're damn straight, we do!
Bring us a heat lamp.
And some sandwiches.
I'm so goddang hungry.
[music playiig oi radio]
[singing]
[humming]
Hey, Peggy, guess what?
Welcome to the new VFW Headquarters,
Hank's wife.
[gasps]
Sorry, we broke your crapper.
[yawning] It is 2:00 a.m.
Now, I am as patriotic as the next person.
But if I am not
at the top of my teaching game...
it is the children who suffer.
They promised they'd go home
as soon as the movie was over.
I can't go in there
and just turn off the Duke.
[guifire oi TV]
[men snoring]
They looked like
little angels sleeping there.
The smell was unimaginable.
Well, I'll shuttle them home
in the morning.
I bet I could do it in four trips.
What they need is some new blood
to join their organization.
Maybe they could merge with the Kiwanis.
Now, wait a minute. What about Vietnam?
Those guys always have
some kind of float in the parade...
and I heard the landlord
is having a heck of a time...
renting out the VFW building.
Maybe if the old vets
could get the Vietnam guys to join up...
they could get their post back.
Well, I know a Vietnam vet.
Dr. Sarti, my gynecologist.
They needed those guys over there?
Hank, I keep in touch
with some of the guys from my unit...
but none of us really have time
to sit around rehashing war stories.
I've got a family
and a very successful practice.
-I understand.
-I treat a lot of prominent women.
-Okay, then--
-Deputy Mayors and such.
Yeah. Thank you very much for your time.
Hey, you know, a patient of mine,
Karen Schwinn...
chronic yeast infection.
Her husband runs a support group for vets.
He used to like to talk about the Nam.
I'll call you with his number.
-Thank you, Dr. Sarti.
-Wish I could be of more help.
[sighs]
Goodbye, Doctor. Sir.
Well, I've been doing a little research
and I found out you need to train falcons.
Oh, that's probably why it attacked me.
He has completed my training course,
as have I his.
Turns out falcons are hunting birds.
They catch mice, rats, moles, voles...
and chipmunks.
What's a vole?
Don't know. Let's find out.
Falcon, bring us back a vole.
No.
[screaming]
[falcon screeching]
So, Bill's a vole.
I ran into a guy from my unit,
Skullcrusher.
He manages a shoe store.
[sighing]
-How come I can't get it together?
-It's not a race, man.
But as long as you keep taking your meds,
you are moving forward.
[electronic beeping]
It's cool, it's cool. We're just out of time.
See you next week.
[men chattering]
Hi, I'm Hank Hill.
I talked to you on the phone.
Right. Dr. Sarti's friend.
What's on your mind?
Well, I wanted to talk to y'all
about joining the VFW.
[men exclaiming]
We tried that already.
When me and TJ got home from the war,
we went over to the Arlen VFW.
This short guy head-butted TJ
right in the nads.
Yeah, that was probably my dad
and he feels bad about that.
Yeah?
Yeah, sure.
You know, the World War ll vets
are looking to reach out to you guys...
but they feel guilty
and, you know, that other stuff....
Well, you should get together
and talk about it.
Look, they want you to come
to a barbeque. Just hear them out.
We'll meet them. But no promises.
One more thing.
Do I need to bring a bathing suit?
Vietnam boys? No gat dang way!
The VFW stands for Veterans of Foreign
Wars not Reefer-Smoking Losers!
But they fought and died for their country
just like you guys did.
Zip it, boy! I'm trying to watch
my nudie channel. Now, get along.
What?
Well, now, where's my nudie channel?
Hold it.
I think this one's ready to take her top off.
That's Diane Sawyer, Dad.
She's not gonna take her top off, is she?
You know, if the Vietnam vets
started paying dues...
I bet you could afford a whole bunch
of nudie channels.
[groaning]
If any of these sissies
whines about Agent Orange...
I'll split him butt to brow.
Look at those guys!
All over each other. Sickening.
Now, that's probably
just part of the therapy.
That's, well.... Okay, that is a little creepy.
Hey, you found us.
No sweat. I did recon in Nam.
And we saw the balloons
from the highway.
Well, greetings, fellow veterans.
I'm the CO here.
Colonel Cotton Hill, 77th Division,
US Army.
As I was just telling my boy here,
we think you are all...
worthy to join the VFW
and start paying dues immediately.
Whoa.
Slow down, Colonel.
We're not sure we want to join.
The Arlen VFW has ignored us
for 25 years.
Heck, the Vietcong invited us back
before you did...
and they gave us free mopeds
for the week.
Look, I'm sorry.
I guess we weren't used to losing a war.
Well, excuse us for not just dropping
a couple of atomic bombs.
Hey, fellas.
I know something we can all agree on.
Beer. What say we invade the cooler?
(all) Yeah.
(Ronnie) This one time my buddy, Lenny,
was showing me a picture of his wife.
Wind comes up out of nowhere
and blows the picture away.
Lenny goes chasing after it.
Sniper got him in the right temple.
My best friend got killed
just because he missed his wife.
I spent four years away from my wife
in dogfights...
with Zeroes over the Pacific.
Those four years in my F6 Hellcat
were the only peace and quiet I ever got!
[all guffawing]
-Anyone got a bottle opener?
-Yes, sir, Colonel, sir.
(Cotton) Hey, a bayonet.
Toss that over here.
Boy, this takes me back.
Topsy, remember that kamikaze
you gutted back on lwo?
What did he say?
[both exclaiming]
[both grunting]
Stop it! Stop it!
You're freaking Ronnie out, man.
Maybe, you should ease up a little, Dad.
[exclaiming]
Colonel, these guys are trauma cases.
They've got delicate psyches.
Stop it! Stop it!
Oh, come on, boy! This bothers you?
How about this?
[grunting]
[gibbering]
Cut it out!
[screaming]
Easy there, big boy.
[groaning]
Come and get me, you cowards.
[grunting]
[panting]
(Hank) Oh, no.
Let's get that midget son of a bitch.
[all yelling]
Come on, people,
remember your breathing exercises.
That big loony swung on me.
I was just defending myself.
But why did you push him?
I found those guys at a trauma ward.
Well, maybe we can go back
when they've cooled down.
I'll get them drunk
and we'll put things right.
Dad, listen to me.
They're gonna cut our heads off.
[men whooping]
They're getting close.
Quick, Dad, hop up on my back.
I ain't no papoose.
Well....
Look, on account
of your combat experience...
maybe you could see what's going on
better from up there.
Not a terrible idea.
This will be my command post.
Over there!
(Cotton) Move it!
This is real bad, man.
You guys might have undone
30 years of therapy.
Dirty hippie.
You know, you could benefit
from a little group therapy.
Clear up some of that anger.
I haven't slept in 50 years.
I'm so tired.
Come on, faster, mule! Faster!
[panting]
[Cotton grunting]
Hell, it'd be faster
if I'd carried you on my shoulders.
Despite my expert navigation,
you still managed to get us lost.
Nice job.
Hold on, Dad. I know the highway
runs along the southern edge of the forest.
If we keep heading south,
we can eventually find help.
Well, how we gonna find south?
You pack a compass
in your Boy Scout purse?
Moss. Moss always grows
on the north side of a tree.
All right, Dad, saddle up.
[men yelling]
Goddang, we're trapped like rats.
No, we're not. There's a beaver hole.
See the tracks?
Where there's a beaver hole,
there's got to be a beaver dam.
Now, let's follow the current.
The dam's got to be downstream.
There it is.
[men yelling]
(Cotton) No, this ain't a flashback.
You're losing again!
[cheering]
If you're wondering where the falcon is,
I let him go in the woods.
Kept the glove, though.
Keeps my beer from cooling my hand...
and keeps my hand
from warming my beer.
It looks pretty bad-ass.
-Do you think I could wear--
-No.
Well, not to beat a dead horse, fellows...
but what is your favorite kind of sausage?
Chicken and apple, breakfast patty...
Italian, spicy ltalian, sweet ltalian--
[screaming]
[falcon screeching]
He found his way home.
(Hank) We should head downhill.
There's more tree cover
and we should be able to hit the highway.
You draft-dodging ninny!
The first rule of combat
is to take the high ground.
Now uphill, boy. March! Schiell! Schiell!
[Hank panting]
Oh, hell. I pooped the bed.
[men chattering]
Dad, you wait here.
I'll try to find some footholds
that will support both of us.
[gasping]
There's got to be a way out of here.
Boy...
we're surrounded.
All right, get behind me.
I'll try to fight them off.
I've got a pretty thick neck.
Maybe while they're sawing through it,
you can slip down the hill.
I ain't leaving.
They're gonna have to gut me, too.
I'm sorry, Dad. It was a bad idea
to try to get everyone together.
-I guess, I just--
-No!
Dang it, Hank, don't apologize!
You did everything right.
I screwed up.
Sometimes you can do everything right
and still lose.
It ain't your fault.
You gave it everything you had.
That's all I ever asked of my men.
Thanks for trying, soldier.
[men sobbing]
That's all we ever wanted to hear.
You did your best.
Thanks for trying.
Well, I gotta say I'm surprised
you fellas are as good as you is.
Shoot, you captured Cotton Hill.
The whole Nazi army couldn't do that.
As commanding officer
of the local VFW post...
I would be honored
to have you fellas join our organization...
on the one condition,
that you stop all this goddang bawling.
We'll do our best, Colonel.
Oh, what are you smiling about?
You think you're getting
your propane bill paid.
Well, you ain't.
You're in a long line, behind cable,
hooch, and scooch.
-You ever get shot?
-I got a plate in my head.
No kidding? I got no shins.
[Bill screaming]