Andy: Eh, don't sweat it. If they get in the base, I'll just explode and kill everybody.
Caboose: Wouldn't that kill us too... Andy?
Andy: Hey. You can't make an omelette without blowin' up a few eggs.
Caboose: ... ... ... ... ... I like eggs.
Andy: Me too.
Cut to Church talking to Gary
Church: Gary, is it possible that the Great Destroyer could be an entire army of people?
Gary: no, the great destroyer is a single person who will come to claim the great weapon.
Church: Yeah, that's great.
Gary: prepare, one and all. the fulfillment of the great prophecy is at hand.
Church: So you have no good news for me today.
Gary: orange you glad i didn't say banana?
Cut to the Reds' jeep careening under bare minimum control down a really gradual slope behind a robot
Sarge: Let's go men.
Grif: One of them's following us.
Sarge: We're going too slow. We have to leave someone behind.
Grif: Not it.
Simmons: Not it.
Donut: What? No way! You're leaving me behind?
Sarge: Sorry Donut, but military law is very clear in regard to the "not it" methodology for making decisions.
Donut: Aw man, there's still so much about the army I don't understand.
Grif: Here he comes!
Sarge: Donut, you hide here and wait for the guy tailing us. Then when he passes, shoot him square in the back and watch him die. Just like John Wayne would have done.
Grif: Hurry up guys, he's getting closer! No wait, no he, yeah he is getting closer. No, yes!
Donut: All this retreating, and shooting people in the back, doesn't sound very noble.
Sarge: We're not retreating, we're advancing! Towards future victory!
Donut: How'm I gonna find you guys?
Simmons: Just follow the distress signal to its source, you'll find us there.
Donut: But I don't have a way to track it!
Sarge: ... Excellent point Donut.
The jeep drives off, thoughtfully carrying Sarge, Grif and Simmons with it
Donut: Thank you Sir. Ohh... (sigh) (lip smacking sounds as he watches the robot painfully slowly advance) (that "I'm waiting..." kind of humming) Uhh, God. Well, I've got some time.
Cut to the robot army shooting one at a time at ...something
Robot 4: Attack.
Robot 1: Attack.
Robot 3: Attack.
O'Malley: (evil laugh) Fastar! Fastar! Pathetic. Lopez! How do I say faster in Spanish?
Lopez: Como dice socero, socero. Socero socero socero, cerocero.
O'Malley: Yes... So okay... What? Okay, got it.
O'Malley: Huhuh, soy un pendejo púrpuras que gusta tomar aceite.
Caption: Hey everyone! I am a purple jerk and I love to drink motor oil.
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Season 3 Episode 57: The Storm
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