"Thank you, thank you. Just as soon as the army invents a badge for kissing mouths instead of backsides, I'll be so decorated you could put Christmas presents under me."

Hawk sticks his tongue out when Phil snips his nose.

"What a coincidence, so did I. I'm happy to inform you that it works on the less fair sex. You're the one who dipped and kissed me, Casanova, why don't you tell me what changed? You had your eyes open for at least some of that, so I know you weren't mistaking me for Ginger Rogers."