SBSGT Barranco
Ma'am, I'm sorry they called you over. My Captain is out with a two-day pass and I think his CO might have misunderstood or misstated the seriousness of this--
All security matters are serious, Sergeant. You responded accordingly.
SBSGT Barranco
Ma'am I understand but it may not be classifiable as a security matter per se. Could be an action counter to protocol, or possibly an issue of quarters contraband, or a violation of post policy. Again, ma'am, I am sorry you were contacted.
Well, I'm here now, so hup to.
SBSGT Barranco
Yes ma'am.
[SGT Barranco opens the door and reveals Lucky the dog.]
How about if I cut my hair like this?
Shorter. Like this. [folds hair up] That's sexier right?
[amused] It's not possible to have anymore sexiness in one woman. Can't be done.
Seriously? [Roxy nods] I like your hair the way it is.
Is this one of those trick questions like, "Do I look fat?"
No, no no. Ok, Rox, I love your hair the way it is and you do not look fat. Now I'm going to the live firing range where things are a lot safer. [leaves room to go to work]
[Roxy sits on the bed and continues looking at catalog]
[from outside] Don't cut your hair!
[Brigadier General Holden is walking out of his office with a cup of coffee when Lucky runs past him into his office while Joan and Private Sutherland catch up.]
HHolden
[Joan and Sutherland salute him] As you were. Colonel Burton, is that a dog in my office?
HHolden
Why is there a dog in my office?
Still working out the details, sir. [looks at PV2 Sutherland] Apparently-- [Lucky barks]
PSPV2 Sutherland
Permission to pursue, sir.
HHolden
Permission granted.
Apparently this animal has been living in barracks. Rumor has it that he was smuggled from down range.
HHolden
[surprised] From Iraq?
[Lucky runs into the foyer past the cleaners with PVT Sutherland behind him]
PSPV2 Sutherland
Stop that dog!
[PV2 Sutherland is chasing Lucky in the background] Yes, sir. By way of the 315th Airlift Wing. By way of quarantine in Germany. By way of Kuwait, sir. But that's just a rumor.
HHolden
A little below your pay grade isn't it, Joan. Dog catching?
HHolden
Roger that. Go get 'em cowboy.
[...]
[Trevor is walking along when Lucky runs past him on the lawn.]
LeBlanc!!! Stop that canine!!
[whistles to Lucky] Come here! [Lucky runs to him]
[looks to PV2 Sutherland] Why didn't you think of that?
PSPV2 Sutherland
I'm more of a cat person, ma'am.
