Me : Smell that? You smell that?
Lancy Boy : What?
Me : Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that.
*kneels*
Me : I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like...
*sniffing, pondering*
Me : victory. Someday this war's gonna end...
*suddenly walks off*