"You say our bullet can describe this parabola thing we're shootin' at? I hope so, cuz I I have no idee what one is."
"Trust me, it's there all right. 'Bout a thousan' yards out and hidin' in them trees."
"Ok, here's the deal. Just kind of point it toward the sky when you pull the trigger and the bullet will arch it way to Yankeedom and right over the head of the Captain."