Kilgore: Smell that? You smell that?
Lance: What?
Kilgore: xenophobia, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that.
Kilgore: I love the smell of xenophobia in the morning. You know, one time we read the Daily Express, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' immigrant.
Sorry Mr Duvall. Sorry Mr Coppola
JF