Dick Goodwin:
Hey, you don't have to be a genius to connect the dots.
Charles Van Doren:
Well, don't connect them through me.
Dick Goodwin:
Hey, don't treat me like some member of your goddamn fan club. Are you telling me everybody got the answers but you?
Charles Van Doren:
You're so persistent, Dick. You know, I really envy that.
Dick Goodwin:
Was it just the money, Charlie?
Charles Van Doren:
You'll forgive me, but anyone who thinks money is ever "just money" couldn't have much of it.
Dick Goodwin:
Charlie, you wanna insult me, fine, but you can't envy me at the same time.
Host:
Something happened in the world that was a bright piece of hope for man. Such a thing occurs every few hundred, or a thousand years. Some genius rises, and man takes a new step toward a better life, a better culture. There is a difference with Dianetics and Scientology. *It* has *never* happened before, in all the countless years of time. In this brief moment, we have our temporary chance for handling and continuing life. Clouds loom over this culture and planet. In this short interval, in this one place, we have our freedom before us. We *can* arise above the decay - the final flash that will inevitably extinguish this planet. It is not our mission to save it. It is our mission to free you. You are an immortal being. Your life will not halt because this planet halts. You can go on. Now we could play this very low-key. We could sort of giggle and say, "We can help you a little to lead a slightly happier life." Yes, we could say that. Stating that, if you cooperated, we could make you more cheerful. But that would be like offering someone a diamond, and saying it was glass. Right this instant, you are at the threshold of your next trillion years. You will live it in shivering agonized darkness, or you will live it triumphantly in the light; the choice is yours, not ours. If you, this minute, say, "I will, for better or for worse, go on in Scientology," you will open the door to your own future. If you say otherwise, you slam tomorrow shut in your own face. I'm sorry, but that's the way it really is.
Sergeant Horvath:
Stars.
Lieutenant Dewindt:
Yeah, Brigadier General Amend, deputy commander, 101st. Some fucking genius had the great idea of welding a couple of steel plates onto our deck to keep the general safe from ground fire. Unfortunately, they forgot to tell me about it until we were just getting airborne. Well, that's like trying to fly a freight train. OK? Gross overload. Trim characteristics all shot to hell. I nearly broke both my arms trying to keep her level. And when- and when we released, you know I cut as hard as I could, tried to gain some altitude and still keep her from stalling. We came down like a fucking meteor. And that is how we ended up. And the others, they stopped easy enough OK, though, you know? We were just-we were just too damn heavy, you know? The grass was wet, downward slope and all. 22 guys dead.
Captain Miller:
All that for a general?
Lieutenant Dewindt:
One man.
Private Reiben:
Lot of that going around.
