From: Southern California
**************Bali Hai Club, Dadjangas**************
Hirsute man: <finishes off drink, sets down glass> Thanks Idi!
Man in fine linen slacks: Pay the man, Yossarian, you cheap SOB.
Hirsute man: What? Idi, owns the club? <starts fishing for cash>
Man in fine linen slacks: Yes, and Idi drives a hard bargain <smiles broadly in that charactersitic Minderbinder fashion which to Yossarian indicates that a financial killing has been made>
Hirsute man: <soto voce> But all the troops are leaving Dadjnagas.
Man in fine linen slacks: <quietly, hand on shoulder> Look, Yossarian, let the man enjoy his time in the sun. Now, let's go. I want to look at some properties in Olongapo.
Hirsute man: What about the girls?
Man in fine linen slacks: They are part of the deal. We are going Fillipina. They are better looking anyway.
Hirsute man: What about the Tahitian theme? Nobody is going to believe they are Tahitian.
Man in fine linen slacks: Look, Yossarian, A couple of drinks with umbrellas, grass skirts and some bongo drums and the corn-fed boys from Nebraska will eat it up. Let's go. See you, Idi! <begins walking>
Hirsute man: <begins following> Thanks Idi!........ Wait, Olongapo, isn't that on Subic Bay?
Man in fine linen slacks: Come on, Yossarian, you timid SOB.
Hirsute man: But that's on Luzon. The Japs own Luzon, you crazy SOB! <begins speaking loudly>
Man in fine linen slacks: Shhhhh. Yossarian, shut up. It's supposed to be a secret. <looks around to be sure they are nto overheard> They aren't going to own it for long and we are going to be there to make sure the soldiers, sailors and marines have proper R&R..............
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