"Lieutenant Maris reporting as ordered, sir."
"Thanks, Maris, sit down. Coffee? Cigar?" Colonel Gorn offered.
"Cigar, sir?" Maris said, puzzled. Gorn laughed.
"Private O'Brien gave it to me. His wife's pregnant, been giving cigars away to everybody. I'm happy for the young man, but I don't have any use for a cigar."
The rich get rich, and the poor get poorer. The haves get more, the have-nots die.