[...war was not glory but dirt and misery.]
[Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods. You gotta meet me by the fall down tree. Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid. And I know theyll come lookin for me boys. And I know theyll come a-lookin for me.]
[He who throws dirt is losing ground.]
[He bent and plucked a tooth, a molar, from the dirt.]
[We gonna make the yogurt sauce? Yeah, we sure can. -Let's make it. -Yeah. Dirt, weeping. Whole milk -- boil it. And then we're gonna let it cool to about 107]
[THE CEMITA IS ALWAYS STANDARD. DEATH IS THE ONLY WATER TO WASH AWAY THIS DIRT. FROM CARNE ASADA... VERY DELICIOUS.]
[This is the last layer -- nice, creamy whipped cream. but straight and purified: no pus, no dirt, no scabs. Limoncello torta.]
[...war was not glory but dirt and misery.]
[A man looking at the camera. Caption: I am dirt.]