Private (holding the amnesia spray in a ketchup bottle): What's this? Amnesia spray! Fantastic! (spurt) What's this? Amnesia spray! Fantastic! (spurt) What's this? Amnesia spray! Fantas...tic. (holds the bottle away quickly)
Private: (Hypnotic) No, It tastes like elephant sweat, but everyone pretends to like it to spare Skipper's fragile ego.
Skipper: My whole life is a lie!
Private (Hypnotic) Skipper is afraid I'll tell everyone your embarrassing secrets.
Private: ('Hypnotic) Phil cheats at chess. The spider monkey isn't even half spider.
Marlene: Secret? Er... um, what secret...
Private: (Hypnotic) That you consider yourself a pop superstar and perform imaginary concerts every night.