141. El tipo del banco: Apocalypse now

Esto son dos (o tres) tipos que se encuentran en la jungla vietnamita. Y dice uno:

- Smell that? You smell that?
- What?
- Napalm, son. Nothing in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning.
- Oh, you don't understand, Osgood! Ehhhh... I'm a man.
- Well, nobody's perfect.


Mis disculpas a F.F Coppola y a B. Wilder...