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"You smell that? Do you smell that? That's Old Spice, son! Nothing else in the world smells like that! I love the smell of Old Spice in the morning. You know, this one time, we bombed this hill, for twelve hours... when it was over I went up there... we didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. But, you know, that smell... that gasoline smell... the whole hill... it smelled like... victory."