Arlen Dregors:Recruiting new victims, Major? Heard all about your last mission. Yeah, twelve go out, only one comes home. Those are lousy odds. Maj. John Reisman:It's a lousy war. This is a lousy prison. And you have a lousy future. Arlen Dregors:You ain't offering me nothin' better. Maj. John Reisman:Oh, come on, Dregors. It'll be more fun than you've had in years. Arlen Dregors:Hand grenade and hookers? That ain't my style. Maj. John Reisman:But shooting an officer in the back of the head is?|