Honestly, I MUST get to WYCO before Sunday and practice THAT. Mebbe the wife cuts me a little more slack this week?
Dances With Yorkies: CD, you go down there.
General CD: You're advising me to go into the Wyco?
Dances With Yorkies: Yes sir.
General CD: There are no ThrOlatheans there, I suppose.
Dances With Yorkies: I didn't say that. There are thousands of ThrOlatheans down there. And when they get done with you, there won't be nothing left but a greasy stain. This ain't the Wash1te River, General, and them ain't helpless women and children waiting for you. They're ThrOlathean brave, and Sioux, and Markymartins. You go down there, General, if you've got the nerve.
General CD: Still trying to outsmart me, aren't you, mule-skinner. You want me to think that you don't want me to go down there, but the subtle truth is you really *don't* want me to go down there!