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Franjean: Fine, good! Then we go that way, to the lake!
Rool: [tapping Franjean's shoulder] *That* way.
Franjean: You are drunk! And when you are drunk, you forget that I am in charge!
Rool: [in unison] You are in charge. Fine, then which way do we go?
Franjean, Rool: THAT WAY!
Madmartigan: Oh, NO! That's the way I'm going! All right, all right, you can follow me as far as the lake. But that's it!
[beat]
Madmartigan: You're not going south, are you?
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Soldier: Outta the way, Peck!