[The camera opens on Duke who is now driving his truck with his son Earl
sitting shotgun.]

Earl: Dad, you were a soldier?

Duke: Sorta.

Earl: When you kill a man do you try to make yourself believe that they
deserved to die?

Duke: No, I think of them as being big birds. Makes it easier.

Earl: So the security gaurd at the mechanics...

Duke: Was a cornish game hen.


To be Continued...

Until I find better things to write about. Ja ne.