Falman (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Saturday 0946 hours. With papers waiting for his approval and due by noon, the Colonel decided to take a nap instead.
Breda (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): 1026 hours. The Colonel attempted to feed Lieutenant Hawkeye's dog. The dog was not biting.
Fuery (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): At 1103 hours he started obsessively cleaning the windows, with still no progress on those papers, with the deadline on fast approaching.
Havoc (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Then at 1147 hours, the Colonel began to furiously sign the papers, all the while cursing that he didn't have time for this.
Havoc (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Wait! The girl from the flower shop?! You don't mean Grace!? Not my Grace! I THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST PLAYING HARD TO GET WITH ME!
Falman (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): If she's seeing two guys at once she can't be that hard to get.
Breda (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): In a head to head with Mustang over a girl, you're screwed.
Fuery (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): I'm sorry, but there's no way she'd pick you over-
Havoc (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): SHUT UP YOU JERKS! They don't understand my feelings, I really thought this was love.
Breda (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Damn Havoc, is that a surveillance log or a diary?
Havoc (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): You take that back, loser!
Breda (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Look who's talking!
Havoc (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): WHAT?!
Falman (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Yes! I love a good fight.
Fuery (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Come on guys, lay down your pencils and make up.
ALRIGHT, I'M THROUGH! I CAN'T TAKE THIS STUPID INVESTIGATION!
Wait, grief affects his performance which affects me. [to his men] Hey, why don't you find a girl for Havoc?
What?! But I'm a highly trained officer!
I can't even find a girl for me!
Just toss him one of yours, Colonel.
BFBreda, Falman, and Fuery
Uh, nothing.
10,000 says he blows the date.
I say they don't even have one.
My money is on him chickening out before he even sees her!
You realize you're all bidding against him.
BFBreda, Falman, and Fuery
Safest bet!
It' so big… Alright, I'm going home…
Are you out of your frickin' mind?! You've hit the mother load with this one, Havoc! You just have to convince her to marry you and you're set for life!
You'll fly up the ranks in no time!
Marry her? But I don't even know her yet…
Well according to Major Armstrong, she's every bit as beautiful as the Major himself.
You mean she looks just like the Major? (Imagines Armstrong in a blonde wig and sundress) GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF ME GUYS, I'M GOING HOME!
AH! WELCOME TO OUR HOME LIEUTENANT HAVOC!
Bye! Don't blow it! (speedily drives off)
AMr. Armstrong
For the past 180 some odd years, the house of Armstrong as played a vital role in the nations finance and political military circles. Generation after generation, we've supplied the country with countless Generals, why! I, myself was a general back in the day when that meant something! Of course, we didn't have motorcars….
Oh! Father's stories always touch me in a profound way!
AMrs. Armstrong
Oh my! Tell me he's not boring our poor guest with old war stories!
Mother? That's a relief… The mother looks pretty normal… SHE'S A FREAKING GIANT!! THAT'S NOT NORMAL! THAT'S NOT NORMAL AT ALL!!! Think about it rationally. Havoc. If the father is large horizontally, and the mother's large vertically, then it only makes sense, for the son to look something like… This… So the daughter must look something like...! No, that's not how it works. Some traits are more dominant, so there is the possibility when you cross A with B, it could resemble A more.
Here she comes, lieutenant! My baby sister!
AMrs. Armstrong
Come now, Catherine, don't be bashful. You know it’s not an attractive quality.
Moment of truth! Does she look like her dad, or her mom? Either way she's a monster, but if she's got to be a potato or a tomato, then please let her be a tomato!
Damn it! I still don't see why I have to tag along on their stupid midnight ghost hunt!
Because they admire you more than you realize.
What good is admiration from other men? They're soldiers. How are they supposed to deal with living breathing people when they're afraid of the dead. I didn't tell you to stop here, Lieutenant.
Hawkeye: You looked like you wanted me to, sir.
Oh Colonel Mustang, what a surprise.
I'm sorry for dropping by unannounced. I was just in the neighborhood so...
Nonsense. I appreciate you for taking the time. Elicia, you remember Roy Mustang, say hello.
Hiya kiddo, you've grown. (Elicia hides behind her mother)
I'm sorry. She's just a little shy, but please come in.
No, I'd better not. I have tons of paperwork. I'll be seeing you.
Like I was saying, it's always a lot scarier dealing with the living. Give me a ghost to talk to any day.
This is ridiculous! Five grown men trying to sneak a peek at ghost on their night off.
By ridiculous, you mean scary...
Well, it means a lot, you comin' out, Colonel.
Let's just hurry so I can sleep.
Oh yeah, did we forget to tell you that the lights are out from this point on?
What the hell has the maintenance staff been doing?
And Breda said, let there be light. (shadow of a ghost appear on building)
It's just a shadow, moron!
Yeah, calm down. These shadows can be your friend, Fuery. [makes a shadow puppet] Look, I'm cute little puppy dog. [The shadow changes] WAHHHH!
We'll stop jumping when things stop being scary!
How did I get such a pathetic staff?! Come on! I'll prove to you there’s no such thing as ghosts!
Don't leave us alone, Colonel!
