No, Vincent beveva Seabreezes!

- You want to know what happened then ?
- Will you shut your mouth ?



- He blew himself up.
- Stop it, Randy.



Our colonel, here, had a grenade
juggling act at Fort Bragg or wherever.



- Fort Benning.
- He was teaching hand-to-hand combat --



Randy, look at me when
you're talking to me, son.



I'm lookin', Frank.
His partner in the act was some captain.



- Major Vincent Squires.
- Yeah, whoever he was.



Before going on, they'd have themselves
a lo-cal breakfast:



a Screwdriver for Frank,
Bloody Mary for his partner.



No, Vincent drank
Sea Breezes.



Judge Advocate at Benning said Col.
Slade had four to his partner's one.



He's flying in class.
He gets all excited.



He starts pulling
the pins out.



One grenade
got away from him.



Boom.



The one that got away.



Oh, the pin was in...
Frank claims.



In or out, what
difference does it make ?



What kind of fucking lunatic
juggles grenades ?



Vinnie came out okay.



And all Frank lost
was his eyesight.