Tord: You will keep a civil tongue in that mouth or I will sew it shut. Is there an understanding between us?
Patryck: You don't pay me to talk pretty. Just because you get lubed up over some big-city dandy--
Tord: Walk away from this desk, right now.
(Patryck exits, reluctantly)
Tom: What do you pay him for?
Tord: What?
Tom: I was curious...what is his job in this army?
Tord: ...Public relations.
