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EUGENE: . . . I was in the latrine alone. I spent four hours cleaning it, on my hands and knees. It looked better than my mother’s bathroom at home. Then these two non-coms come in, one was the cook, that three hundred pound guy, and some other slob, with cigar butts in their mouths and reeking of beer. . .

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End: . . .I’m not a murderer. I don’t want to disgrace my family . . . But I have to get out of here . . . Now do you understand?

For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Neil Simon,Biloxi Blues, Concord Theatricals, 1984, pp. 17.