Buster: Ah, did you tell him about my medal?
Michael: Medal? What for?
Lucille: Oh, who knows what they were saying?
[flashback:]
Army Sergeant: [talks rapidly] Do you agree with this? Say thank you.
Buster: Thank you. Wow. I have so many people to thank.
Man: [o.s.] Private Ashford, step forward.
[present:]
Lucille: It's probably because a seal bit off his hand. The army has taken to giving medals for being food.