Bludd: "The last time I saw a chap in a beret was in a French Foreign Legion handicapped in battle reunion."

Flint: "Well then, Major, were you the keynote speaker at that fine event?"

Bludd: "You wretched fool, soon you'll perish and join the ranks of the fallen heroes!"

Flint (blasting away with his 12 gauge): "Pave the way for me Major!"

Bludd (diving away, but taking some pepper to the chest armor): "Taste my rocket gun, Philistine!"

The rocket finds its mark, catching Flint on fire, then bursting to brilliant yellow pyre, consuming Flint in an angry plume of death.

Bludd (standing over Flint's charred, still smoking remains): "He burst on fire like dryer lint, rest in peace, my dear old Flint."