Scene III. JAG's house.
Enter WEDGE and HOBBIE
Wedge
What a plague means my nephew, to plot his military strategy thus? I am sure fastidiousness 's an enemy to life.
Hobbie
By my troth, Antilles, you must come in earlier o' nights: your nephew, General, takes great exceptions to your piloting.
Wedge
Why, let him except, before excepted.
Hobbie
Aye, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of the law.
Wedge
Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am: these clothes are good enough to fly in; and so be these boots too: and they be not, then let his orders hang themselves.
Hobbie
That dogfighting and joyriding will undo you: I heard the Colonel talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish pilot that you brought in one night here to be his advisor.
Wedge
Who, Captain Wes Janson?
Hobbie
Aye, he.
Wedge
He's as tall as any man in Hapes.
Hobbie
What's that to the purpose?
Wedge
Why, he has several barrels of Taanab fruit brandies.
Hobbie
Aye, but he'll have but a month for all those brandies: he's a very fool and a prodigal.
Wedge
By this hand, they are Peace Brigaders and turncoats that say so of him. Who are they?
Hobbie
They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.
With drinking healths to victory: I'll drink to that as there is passage in my throat and drink in Hapes: he's a coward and a kriffer that will not drink to victory till his brains swim in a sea deeper than Mon Calamari. What, sulk! Fine; I go to find better company.
Exeunt