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(MANIAC is "chatting" with an attractive female BARTENDER, who appears bored)
MANIAC: No you don't know, you don't know...you see, Blair would always fly on MY wing...see, Tolwyn, Eisen, they'de havaya check with the MANIAC! hey, you a Border Worlder? c'come 'er'Come 'er for a sec...
(whispers in BARTENDER ear; BARTENDER throws shot in face)
MANIAC: (covering eyes from alchohol sting) Ow...hey, Casey! hi'ha'h'Casey, my only friend, come here, come here, let's celebrate... (wipes eye)
CASEY: (confused) ...what're we celebrating?
MANIAC: My voluntary demotion. I am no longer a squadron commander.
CASEY: (shocked)
...b'b'But I thought you always DREAMED about running your own squadron!
MANIAC: Dream? HA! 's more like a nightmare...
(MANIAC continues in a weary rant)
MANIAC: pilots whining all day about stats...you've got the CAG screamin' for results...'s all PAIN, no GAIN...
(MANIAC grabs glass and raises it into the air)
MANIAC: here, let's toast...Maniac and Casey...To the free and easy life of the Wing Commander:
Loudspeaker: Lieutenant Casey, please report to the Ready Room immedietly!
MANIAC: Got that medal for you, huh kid...well give the CAG a little kiss for me, huh?
CASEY: (concerned) You gonna be all right?
MANIAC:...of course I'll be alright, I'm the Maniac...heey take my advice, okay? When they're giving you the medals you rake 'em in....when they ask you to be squadron commander, you tell them to SHOVE IT, okay?
[exit CASEY]
MANIAC: Chalk up another one for the Maniac...
(Compiler Notes: dang...musta seen that scene half a dozen times to get everything down
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