The Best Years of Our Lives 2

Col. Robert F. Hogan has returned from overseas where he has been a prisoner of war in Nazi Germany. He goes to try to get his old job as a photographer’s assistant for the Associated Press. But they turn him down. So he gets a job as a soda jerk at the corner drugstore.

Mr. Whipple (owner of the drug store) So Hogan, remember this ain’t the army where you can lolly gag around and live off the fat of the land while the rest of us had to work.
Col. Hogan: Well I don’t know that I just lolly gaged around. I was a prisoner of war.
Mr. Whipple: Big deal. What does that mean? Just because you were a prisoner don’t mean dooddley squat. It just means you don’t know how to run away fast enough. That doesn’t mix the chocolate sodas and sort out the penny candy. And another thing, don’t let me catch you bothering the girls. They’re customers and they are off limits to the likes of you soldier boy.
Col. Hogan: Yessir Mr. Whipple.