Eric: Heard you got a hot date.
Francis: Nah, just a nurse... with her own place. No biggie.
Eric: You're a lucky man, Francis. You got a way with the ladies, you got parents who love you...
Francis: What are you talking about? [sees birthday balloon and basket] Hey, whose birthday is it?
Eric: According to the card, it's yours.
Francis: Wow. My family finally sent me a present, eight months late. Which is... [cadets advance on Francis] ironic 'cause my mom works at the post office. Started back in '87. Used to be a letter sorter. [Joe holds out an electric razor] Okay, how about right here?