Boyle, call Pyle in here!

Okay, Sarge.

BOYLE GOES OVER TO THE BARRACKS AND GETS PYLE.

Pyle, I hear you have come into some dough.

Yes sir, Sergeant. I sure have.

(Pyle is grinning like a possum.)

Pyle, I just want to offer my services to help you keep the winnings safe. I mean, I could keep them for you if you want me to.

Gollleee Sergeant, that would sure be nice of you!

Yeah Pyle. And I could invest it for you so you could let it grow to be HUGE!

CARTER WINKS AT BOYLE.

But Sergeant, I think that what I won was enough. Why would I want to have more money?

Because, Pyle, you have to think of the future. What if someday, when you're old, you want to go to Florida to live. If you don't let me invest the money for you, you might not have enough. I'm telling you, investing that dough is the best way to go.

CARTER CUTS HIS EYES TO PYLE TO SEE IF HE IS CATCHING ON. HE ISN'T.

Okay, Sergeant Carter. I'll go get the money.

PYLE LEAVES TO GO GET HIS WINNINGS. CARTER CAN'T BELIEVE THAT HE'S GETTING READY TO GET HIS MITS ON SUCH A BIG SLICE OF CAKE.

Boyle, can you believe how stupid Pyle is? He's actually going to hand over his dough to me! How can one person be that stupid?

Sarge, I hope you're doing the right thing. You're not planning on stealing some of Pyle's money for yourself, are you?

Boyle! Of course I'm not! I was planning on stealing some for you too.

Well, in that case, bring on the semolians!

PYLE RETURNS WITH A LARGE SACK OF CASH.

Okay, Sergeant Carter, here it is.

Okay, Pyle. Thanks. Now you just go back to your barracks. We'll take care of your money. Don't worry.

Thanks, Sergeant Carter.

PYLE LEAVES.

Alright, Boyle. Don't just stand there, start divvying it up!

I don't know, Sarge. This seems wrong.

I know what you mean, Boyle. Let's give the Captain a cut, shall we?