Private Spunkmeyer: [during breakfast] What's this crap supposed to be? Private Frost: Cornbread, I think. Corporal Hicks: It's good for you, boy. Eat it.
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Private Spunkmeyer: [during breakfast] What's this crap supposed to be? Private Frost: Cornbread, I think. Corporal Hicks: It's good for you, boy. Eat it.