Caboose: You're the good looking and stealthy archer.
Sabine: Which both are wrong in so many ways.
Andy: A bow and arrow? I don't have any arms, you freakin' moron!
Caboose: That is what makes you so stealthy. This is going to be the best party ever.
Sabine: I know right!
Tucker: I'm gonna freakin' die.
Church: Please don't.
Church looks at Sabine then back at Tucker.
Church: You living means I live.
Tucker: Hoh, you better hope that I don't die, 'cause if I do, you're the one taking care of my kids if Sabine doesn't kill you.
Church: You have kids?
Tucker: Heheh, probably!
Sabine: I doubt that's true, at all.
Slice to Simmons and Sheila sieging the Salmon Side's structure
Sheila: Firing main cannon.
Simmons: Yeahah, take that! Suck it, Blue! I mean Red! Suck it, Blue... uh, damn! Red! God, this is harder than I thought.
Grif gets closer to where Simmons and Sheila are and looks at him.
Grif: Hey Simmons, what the hell are you doing?
Simmons: What does it look like I'm doing? I'm attacking the Blue base! I mean the Red base! Shit!
Donut: Defense is established, Sarge!
A tank shell strikes Red Base
Donut: Cancel that Sarge, defenses are destroyed.
Grif looks at the base then at Simmons amused.
Grif: Killing our own team, huh? That's cool. Hey listen, how long do you expect this whole crazy thing to last?
Simmons: I'm not crazy, Grif! You just wouldn't listen to me when I said there was a tank!
Grif: I listened to you.
Simmons: You told Sarge that there wasn't a tank! THERE IT IS! IT'S A TANK!
Grif: Ohh. You said listen to you, not agree with you. Yeah, I thought that joke was pretty funny, but now Donut's my manager, and... everything kinda sucks now.
Simmons: Well too bad, 'cause this is what you get now, you dumb blue bitch! Red bitch! SHIT! You know what I mean!
Sheila: Firing main cannon.
Sarge: Great sodium chloride, there goes my chemistry set!
Grif: I don't think killing Sarge is much of a punishment for me. Just come back to the base, man! I'll let you boss me around again!
Simmons looks at Grif suspiciously.
Simmons: I don't know... I think you're just telling me what I wanna hear.
Grif: I am, see? it's just like old times! Come on, buddy!
Simmons: Will you help me clean my armor?
Grif: How 'bout I promise to help you clean it, but then just convince Donut to do it later?
Simmons: Hah, good ol' Grif.
Sarge comes out and looks at Simmons.
Sarge: Simmons! Is that you?
Simmons: Yeah Sarge, but don't worry! We got-
Sarge: Simmons, I can understand you're going crazy and seein' imaginary tanks.
Simmons: THE TANK IS RIGHT THERE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
Sarge: And I can obviously understand why you'd wanna attack your own base.
Simmons: You can?
Sarge: But painting yourself blue?! Dear God man, don't ya have any shame at all?!
Grif: Hey Sarge, you should also note that he missed a couple of spots!
Sarge: Grif! What in Sam Hell are you doin' out there? At least Simmons has the intelligence to formulate a mutinous plan!
Simmons: Thank you, sir! I mean suck it Blue! ...God damn it, I mean Red!
Sarge: But you're a slothful idiot! Treason takes effort. I never expected this from you.
Grif: Ah, up yours.
Sarge: What was that?
Grif rolls his eyes and corrects himself.
Grif: Up yours, sir.
Sarge: That's better!
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