Entering The Way-Back Machine...

Three days in country. April 1, a million years ago...

Unidentified young woman: Heyyou, Maline, me soooooo hawwwwnnnnnny.

Unidentified young Marine: Oh golly, Um, sorry Miss. I know I'm in your country and should speak your language but I don't, so let me go find someone who does and I'll try and help you any way I can.

Unidentified young woman: Maline dinky dau. No whan boom-boom?

Unidentified young Marine: Oh boy. Okay, if you'll let go of my sleeve I'll go get...

Unidentified young woman: Fy-Dollah? Boom-boom?

Unidentified young Marine: Miss I can't help you if I don't know what you're saying so please...

Unidentified young woman: Go fuk youselfs. You quee boy not Maline.