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Memorable quotes from Red vs. Blue Jan 7, 2007 20:55:48 GMT -5

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Memorable quotes from Red vs. Blue Jan 7, 2007 20:58:58 GMT -5

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[the Blue Team is talking about its tank]
Church: You know what? I could blow up the whole goddamn world with this thing.

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Church: You have GOT to be kidding me. There is no way I'm gonna let this happen
Tex: I told you, he can do it.
Andy The Bomb: Yeah, I'm qualified.
Church: Listen, I don't DOUBT that he can do it; I doubt that I WANT him to do it.
Andy The Bomb: Why?
Church: Well, you know what, Andy? You're not the most diplomatic of individuals.
Andy The Bomb: That's bullshit! You're only saying that cause you're a racist.
Church: Raci - ? BOMBS are not a race!
Andy The Bomb: Ah, shut up, ya dirty shisno.
Church: We finally make contact with an alien being, and our first attempt at communication is gonna be through a BOMB? Am I the only person who has a problem with this?
Andy The Bomb: Well unless you got your "English to Blarg-Blarg" dictionary, I don't think you got a choice, now do ya?
Caboose: I had one of those. But I threw it out. It didn't have many pictures.
Tex: I'm sure it'll be fine.
Church: You know, I feel like I'm gonna regret this, but I feel even more that I just don't care, and that watching this whole thing unravel might be kind of interesting. Go for it.

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Donut: And that's how I rescued you, and saved the day! The end! Any questions?
Grif: Donut, that was the longest story I have heard in my LIFE. And I don't think I believed a word of it!
Sarge: And quite frankly, I found the Showtune in the middle to be a little over-the-top.
Donut: Every word is 100% true! It was the best military operation you two ever slept through!
Grif: Well, if everything went so well, where's our chief?
Donut: I have a song I'd like to sing about that!
Grif: NEVER MIND.

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Church: [watching red team through a sniper scope] Okay, so the red guy is Sarge, their leader, which is lucky for us, because he's not a very good leader.
Simmons: Yeah.
Church: And that's Donut. I like Donut. He's pretty harmless, I don't think he'd hurt a fly.
Simmons: Plus he's kinda...
Church: What?
Simmons: Well... y' know...
Church: Actually, I don't know.
Simmons: Well, he's kinda into girly things. Like, feelings, and...
Church: I think you're projecting.
Simmons: I'm not projecting, I'm just stating an observation.
Church: I don't know. You seem pretty defensive for someone who's "not projecting".
Simmons: His armour is PINK.
Church: Pink? I wouldn't say pink. More of a... slightly less red.
Simmons: It's pink, okay? I know pink when I see it!
Church: I'm sure you do! You wanna talk about it?
Simmons: NO.
Church: And last is Grif. He's really lazy, and really annoying. But at least he's smart. I think he's smarter than anyone, really.
Simmons: You mean smarter than all the people there are now, right?
Church: No, I mean all of them put together! There was this one guy, in maroon armour, I haven't seen him in a while, but he was a frickin' KNOW IT ALL! He walked around like he owned the place, but no one listened to him, and they didn't really like him.
Simmons: What did they say?
Church: Oh, just that he wasn't good at stuff, and he was dumb, and stuff he liked was dumb, and he wasn't as attractive as other people.
Simmons: [trying not to cry]
[sniff]
Simmons: Sounds like a real jerk!
[runs off]
Church: Hey, where are you going?
Simmons: [sobbing] I have to go to the bathroom!
Church: Well, could you hurry it up? I need to finish orientation before you have to make me dinner!

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Tucker: Ooo-kay. Church... is trying to get a TRANSLATOR. So that WE can TALK to EACH OTHER.
Church: Tucker, the enormous alien doesn't speak our language. Speaking slowly is not gonna help.
Tucker: What? I'm talking to Caboose.
Church: Oh.
Caboose: [camera pans to reveal Caboose] I don't understand. Are-are-are you hungry? Tucker, are you hungry? Are you cold?
Tucker: What? No.
Caboose: Do you need a blanket? Tucker, do you want some hot dogs and a blanket?
Tucker: Damn it, no, Caboose, I'm NOT cold, I don't want a hot dog, and if you put mustard in my fucking sheets again, I'm gonna kill you.

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Church: Is this why you guys came home so fast?
Caboose: No, we came home because the alien died, and because the uh, glowing sword turned out to be a, uh glowing key.
Church: Yeah, a glowing key that could still STAB people.
Caboose: Right.
Church: So it is a sword. It just happens to function like a key in very specific situations.
Caboose: Or it's a key all the time, and when you stick it in people, it unlocks their death.
Church: Goddamn, man, I would love to live in your world for about ten minutes.
Caboose: Yeah. I have a really good time!
Church: [laughing] Yeah, it seems like it. You know, I don't think I'd get anything done, but I probably wouldn't care that much.

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Tex: The cold is the least of our problems.
Andy The Bomb: Why do you say that?
Tex: I suppose we have to get into that temple. Well it is gaurded by about two dozen guards.
Caboose: Oh no.
Tex: Yep.
Caboose: No. No. No. I forgot one of my mittens. We have to go back.

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O'Malley: Ha ha ha ha ha, yes! This place will do nicely for an evil lair! It's diabolically designed.
Frank DuFresne: As a student of Feng Shui, I can tell you this house is eighty-eight percent good luck. Also, very breezy. I like the floor plan.
O'Malley: Quiet, you fool.
Lopez: I just want my own room. I hate sharing with the vacuum.
O'Malley: Hello? Is anyone home? Don't be alarmed. We're only here to kill you and take all your possessions. Excellent! No doubt our very presence has scared everyone away, mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Frank DuFresne: Why don't we just see if this place is listed by a licensed real estate agent?
O'Malley: Oh, shut up.
Frank DuFresne: But we don't even know if it's been inspected recently. It could need foundation work.
Lopez: It could have mold.
O'Malley: Both of you shut up! We're moving in and that's final. It has machine gun turrets, two living quarters with ample closet space, and a short commute to my secret laboratory. It's perfect!
Frank DuFresne: Yeah, but what about the school district?
Lopez: We have no children.
Frank DuFresne: It's important to think about resale value, Lopez.
O'Malley: Resale value? Our plan is to rule the world, not make prudent investments!
Lopez: It's important to have a fallback plan.

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Tucker: Hello inferior Red squad!
Church: We would like to talk to you about...
Caboose: [Interrupting] Sneak attack!
Church: Shut up you idiot! We're not here to fight! We're here to negotiate!
Caboose: Yay! Sneak negotiation!

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[the Blues have Lopez and have delivered an ultimatum to Sarge and the mostly robotic Simmons]
Sarge: I'm torn between my intense distrust of the blue team and the need for the plans stored in my favorite robotic creation!
[beat]
Sarge: No offense, Simmons.
Simmons: None taken, sir! You removed the negative emotional center of my brain, and implanted it in Grif!
Grif: [sobbing] I... I just can't take this, we're all going to *die*!

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[about modding a Warthog they've just found on postapocalyptic Earth]
Tucker: All my life I've had girls tell me, "Not if you were the last man on Earth'.
[Laughs]
Tucker: Well, that may be true, but let's see what happens when I'm the last man on Earth with a sweet ass, pimped out ride, bitch!

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Caboose: [Church has deliberately shot Caboose in the foot] Rest in peace, pinky toe...
O'Malley: YOU SHALL BE AVENGED.

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Tucker: Church, it hasn't been the best holiday, but I think I found the perfect gift for you. Merry Christmas buddy.
Church: I thought we agreed not to get each other anything this year.
Tucker: No we didn't.
Church: Oh. Well, maybe I'm mistaken.
Tucker: Mistaken? You specifically told me to get you something.
Church: I did?
Tucker: You gave me a catalogue with stuff circled in it.
Church: Huh, doesn't ring a bell.
Tucker: You set a budget for us, between 300 and 350.
Church: Oh well, I guess its just one of those things.
Tucker: Fuck you, I'm keeping it.
Church: Tucker, isn't Christmas the season of giving... Holy shit blue Santa.
Tucker: Where?
[He Looks and sees nothing. When he looks back for Church he is gone, along with the present]
Tucker: Aww crap.

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[PSA presenting the difference between Real Life and the Internet. Title card reads "Discussing Politics: Real Life"]
Church: [calmly, but assertively] Look, that's just how I feel about it.
Sarge: Well, I disagree, but I respect your opinion.
[title card appears reading "Discussing Politics: the Internet", and suddenly cut into a chaotic battlefield]
Church: [shouts] You deserve to die! Die and go to hell and burn!
Sarge: [shouts] Well, I hope you get raped? twice! Then maybe you'll feel differently? Jerk!
Grif: We don't *need* to find weapons of mass destruction, we just need to *want* to! That's how it works!
Simmons: I voted for Nader; I hate everyone!
Frank DuFresne: Have you considered changing your homepage to MoveOn.org?
Donut: Politics gets me sooo horny! Check out my webcam pics at PresidentialSluts.com!

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Frank DuFresne: You know, I really think we should take a non-violent approach to resolve this...
O'Malley: [Inside of "Doc'/Frank] I agree! Except, replace the word "non" with "extremely", and after the word "violent", include the phrase "blood explosion extroardinaire"! HAHAHAHAHA!
Donut: [Entering cave in which "Doc' is talking to "himself'] Hey, what's going on in there?
Frank DuFresne: We can't do this! They're going to find out! They'll find out about us, the machines, everything!
Donut: [Further entering the cave] What the? Those voices sound suspicious.
O'Malley: I will rip out their GUTS, and feed on their entrails!
Frank DuFresne: But I'm a vegetarian!
Donut: [Seeing "Doc' without "Doc' seeing him] Oh, it's that guy whose name I forget! But where's the guy he's talkin' to?
Frank DuFresne: Look, we can't just sabotage their equipment... that's rude!
Donut: Sabotage? That doesn't sound too good...
O'Malley: I will devour their hearts and CRAP out their souls!
Donut: That sounds even worse!
O'Malley: They will all taste OBLIVION! Which tastes JUST like Red Bull... which is disgusting!
Donut: [Offended] Whoa!
O'Malley: All will perish! HAHAHAHA!
Donut: All? Wait! That includes me! Oh, man, I gotta go tell the guys!
Frank DuFresne: [Hearing Donut] Hello? Who's there? Please help me! I'm scared of myself!

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Frank DuFresne: You know, I really think we should try a non-violent approach to resolve this.
O'Malley: I agree. Except replace the word "non" with "extremely", and after the word "violent" include the phrase "blood explosion extraordinaire".

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Tucker: Do you guys ever get anything done, or do you just stand around and talk all day?
Grif: We don't get paid enough to do stuff.

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Tucker: Hey Church, if your body is the Red Team's old droid, and droids usually fix stuff, can't you just activate your repair sequence and fix Sheila?
Church: Huh... well, yeah, it's worth a shot I guess. Ahem, all right, stand back. Hrrrrrhhh...! Hnnnnggg...! Gmmmmmm...!
Tucker: Anything?
Church: Yeah, it's not as easy as you'd think it would be.
Tucker: Maybe there's a button on you somewhere.
Church: See what you can find. I'll keep trying from in here. Hrrrrrrhh... oh, hey!
Tucker: Found it?
Church: Ah, no, wait. All I found was the time and temperature function. It is currently twenty-six degrees, by the way.
Tucker: What? It's not twenty-six degrees out here, that's freezing!
Church: Celsius, Tucker.
Tucker: Come on dude, Celsius sucks.

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Frank DuFresne: Look, we can't just sabotage their equipment. That's rude.
Donut: Sabotage? That doesn't sound too good.
O'Malley: I will devour their hearts and crap out their souls!
Donut: That sounds even worse.

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O'Malley: They will all taste oblivion! Which tastes like Red Bull! Which is disgusting.

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Church: Thanks for the support Grif. Way to be a team player.
Grif: Hey, I've got to think about myself here.
Church: There's no "I" in team Grif.
Grif: Yeah, there's no "U" either. So I guess if I'm not on the team and you're not on the team, then nobody's on the goddamned team! The team sucks!

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Wyoming: Right, I don't have time to torture you...
Phil: Oh, thank God...
Wyoming: ...so I'm just going to have to kill you.
Phil: Oh, this *sucks*!
[instant fade-to-black, gunshot heard]

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[O'Malley infected Frank "Doc" Defresne. O'Malley is atop of the base laughing evilly]
O'Malley: Here I am, you fools!
Church: How'd he get up there so quick?
Donut: That guy's wicked fast!
Frank DuFresne: Thanks! I lettered in track in High School! It was the least direct competitive sport I could find!
Grif: Track sucks!
O'Malley: *You* suck! And now I make my escape with my metallic hostage, never to be seen again! Unless I want to be seen, in which case, if I see you before you see me... look out! The universe will be mine!
[evil laugh]

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[Frank is possessed by an evil AI which can't control Frank entirely]
Church: How'd he get up there so quick?
Donut: Man, that guy is wicked fast!
[Frank's voice]
Frank DuFresne: Thanks! I lettered in track in high school! It was the least directly competitive sport I could find!
Grif: Track sucks!
[O'Malley's evil voice]
Frank DuFresne: [shouts] You suck!

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[Donut is showing off his uniquely colored armor to his teammates]
Grif: Uh, hey Donut?
Donut: What?
Simmons: Um, about your armor...
Donut: What about it?
Simmons: How do I put this? Your armor is... um... it's a little... um... Grif, uh, you want to help me out here?
Grif: It's pink! Your armor is frickin' pink!
Simmons: Yeah, that's it.
[Accusatory]
Simmons: Pink.

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[Donut has just explained that his armor is not pink, but merely "lightish red']
Grif: Guess what? They already have a color for lightish-red. You know what it's called? Pink.

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[Caboose has just asked his Blue Army teammates why a simple blue flag is so important to defend - his teammates don't really know, either]
Church: Because it's the flag, man! You know... it's the... its The Flag! It's... Tucker, you tell him why the flag is so important.
Tucker: Well... it's... it's complicated. The... it's blue, we're blue...
Church: It's just important, okay? Trust us.

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[Sarge has just tried to communicate with the Spanish-speaking Lopez by speaking very slowly]
Grif: Why are you talking so slow? He understands us just fine. Maybe you should try listening slower.

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[the Reds and Blues negotiate a unique terms of surrender, in which the Blues will send over the Medic, Frank Dufresne, in exchange for Grif, on behalf of the Reds, declaring how much he sucks]
Sarge: Get on with it, Grif.
Grif: [exasperated sigh] I would just like to let everyone know that I suck.
Church: And?
Grif: [with heavy hesitation] And that I'm a girl.
Church: What else?
Grif: [in a hesitant tone] And I like ribbons in my hair, and I want to kiss all the *boys*.
Sarge: This may be the best surrender of all time.

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[Tucker and Church of Blue Army are spying on Grif and Simmons of Red Army. Church is using a sniper rifle to watch the Reds]
Tucker: What are they doing?
Church: What?
Tucker: I said, what are they doing now?
Church: God damn, I am getting so sick of answering that question.
Tucker: You have the fucking rifle, I can't see shit. Don't bitch at me, because I'm not going to just sit up here and play with my dick all day.
Church: OK, OK, look. They're just standing there and talking. OK? That's all they're doing. That's all they EVER do, is just stand there and talk. That's what they were doing last week, that's what they were doing when you asked me five minutes ago. So five minutes from NOW, when you ask me, "What are they doing?", my answer's gonna be, "They're still just talking, and they're still just standing there."
Tucker: [after a long pause] What are they talking about?
Church: You know what? I fucking hate you.

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Grif: [discussing the futility of civil war] Talk about a waste of resources. I mean, we should be out there finding new and intelligent forms of life. Y'know, fight them.

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Sarge: May I introduce the our new light reconnaissance vehicle! It has four-inch armour plating, mag bumper suspension, a mounted machine gunner position, and total seating for three. Gentlemen, this is the M12LRV! I like to call it the Warthog.
Simmons: Why Warthog, sir?
Sarge: Because "M12LRV' is too hard to say in conversation, son.
Grif: No, but... Why Warthog? I mean, it doesn't really look like a pig.
Sarge: Say that again.
Grif: I think it looks more like a puma.
Sarge: What in Sam Hell is a puma?
Simmons: You mean like the shoe company?
Grif: No. Like a puma. It's a big cat. Like a lion.
Sarge: You're makin' that up.
Grif: I'm telling you, it's a real animal.
Sarge: Simmons, I want you to poison Grif's next meal.
Simmons: Yes, sir!
Sarge: [Points at front of the Warthog] Look, see these two tailhooks? They look like tusks. And what kind of animal has tusks?
Grif: A walrus.
Sarge: Didn't I just tell you to stop makin' up animals?

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Church: [Frank has arrived too late to save Tex's life] First of all, great job on the Tex, man. Mission accomplished. Secondly, the way that we need you to assist is to help us kill all the Reds.
Frank DuFresne: Well, even if my orders didn't prohibit me from doing that, I still wouldn't. I joined the army as a conscientious objector.
Tucker: Consci... who?
Frank DuFresne: I'm a pacifist.
Caboose: ...You're a thing that babies suck on?
Tucker: No, dude, that's a pedophile.
Church: Tucker, I think he means a pacifier.
Tucker: Oh, yeah. Right. Man, I was totally thinking about something else.
Church: That's real classy, Tucker.

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Caboose: So I say to the guy, How're you going to get the tank down to the planet? And he goes, I'll just put it on the ship. And I go, if you've got a ship that can carry a tank, why not just put guns on the ship and use it instead?

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Memorable quotes from Red vs. Blue Jan 7, 2007 21:02:33 GMT -5

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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 7, 2007 21:02:33 GMT -5

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Simmons: Seriously, though. Why are we out here? As far as I can tell, it's just a box canyon in the middle of nowhere. No way in or out.
Grif: Mm-hm.
Simmons: The only reason that we set up a Red base here is 'cause they have a Blue base over there. And the only reason they have a Blue base over there is 'cause we have a Red base here.
Grif: Yeah. That's because we're fighting each other
Simmons: No, but I mean, even if we were to pull out today, and they were to come take our base, they would have two bases in the middle of a box canyon. Whoop-dee-fuckin' doo.
Grif: What's up with that, anyway? I mean, I signed on to fight some aliens. Next thing I know, Master Chief blows up the whole Covenant armada, and I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere. Fighting a bunch of Blue guys.

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Tucker: [Church has just been shot] Church! It's going to be OK, man!
Church: No... I'm not... I'm not going to make it. Tucker, there's something I need to tell you.
Tucker: What is it?
Church: I just want you to know... I always hated you. I always hated you the most.
Tucker: Yeah. I know you did. Now hurry up and die, you prick.
Church: OK.
[dies]

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[Grif and Donut are hiding behind the Warthog... Sheila the Tank is about to run into the jeep]
Donut: Let's make a break for it!
Grif: Whew! In that case, let's go on three. That's worked well for me in the past.
Donut: OK, you count.
Grif: Fine. But don't look at me while I count, because I get nervous.
[Grif turns away from Donut]
Grif: One...
[Donut gets up and runs like hell]
Grif: Two...
[Grif turns and sees that Donut is long gone]
Grif: That son of a bitch. He beat me at my own game. Curses!
[Sheila the Tank plows into the Warthog, blowing it up]

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[during a Public Service Announcement asking NASA to stop sending Mars rovers to Blood Gulch]
Simmons: At least Grif figured out how to turn them into skateboards.
Grif: [Grif runs past the camera very fast] Whoohoo!
Simmons: Hey! Sarge says you're supposed to wear a helmet!
Grif: [Off camera] I'm gonna build a ramp! Who wants to help?

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[Church has possessed the body of Lopez the Mexican robot, and the Red team is negotiating for Lopez's return]
Sarge: All right, Blues. First off. We want your flag...
Simmons: Wait, wait, wait. Wait just a second. The last time we got the flag, the chick in the black armor showed up.
Sarge: ...to stay right where it is. Keep the flag. But we do want our mechanized droid guy back.
Church: Uh-oh.
Sarge: You may know him as Senor El Roboto.
Tucker: Well, Church? What's it going to be?
Church: No way. I'm not giving back my body. I just got this thing.
Sarge: And don't think you can keep his nuts! Or bolts, or other... mechanical parts.
Church: Uh, he's not here anymore!
Tucker: Yeah, he left! He was all like "Sayonara!" And then he just took off!
Church: That's not Spanish, you idiot. That's French.

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Caboose: But I don't want to be dead. I want to be alive. Or a cowboy.

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[Church and Tucker are discussing Tex's actions on Planet Sidewinder]
Church: Then she beat Jimmy to death with his own skull.
Tucker: What? That doesn't seem physically possible.
Church: That's exactly what Jimmy kept screaming.
[cut to Planet Sidewinder. Tex is beating Jimmy with his own skull]
Pvt. Jimmy: This doesn't seem physically possible!
[grunts and dies]

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Caboose: [revelling] AI... What's the "A" stand for?
Church: Artificial.
Caboose: Ah. What's the...
Church: [interrupting] Intelligence.
[short pause]
Caboose: What's the "A" again?

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Church: And Tex? The one thing I didn't realize before was this. Maybe I'm the last Church not because I fixed everything, but because I died and there's no way I can come back. If that happens, I just want to let you know I'm sorry. Sorry I got you mixed up in all this stupid stuff. Sorry I wasn't a better guy than I should have been. Sorry for... well, a lot of stuff...
Church: ...but, if we do survive this, then it's totally because of me and you should build a fucking statue in my honor. I'm serious! Something cool! Like me on a horse. No, no, no, wait, a motorcycle!

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[Tucker is showing Donut his energy sword]
Donut: Wow, that's great! I like the glowing part. Ooh, does it make cool noises when you swing it?
Tucker: I don't think so. No, wait, is "whoosh" a noise? Because if it is, then yes. It goes, "Whoosh whoosh, whoosh, wsh wsh, wsh-ch-ch, chw chw, whsh-chsh, chsh-chsh-chww, whshhh, sh-sh-shing!, fring!, whshhh, whww".
[he swings the sword, and it makes a whooshing sound]
Tucker: See?
Donut: And you found that in a hole?
Tucker: Yeah, dude, I was just walking along, following Tex... not really paying attention, you know. I fell in some hole. And, ah, Tex didn't help me out, she figured she was better off without me, and that's where I found this.
Donut: You know, most people would tell that story in a way that makes them sound a little better.
Tucker: Yeah, but, you know, that's not really my style.

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Simmons: [firing his rifle] Oh, that's right! Suck it, Blue.
Grif: [pops up in front of Simmons] Yeah. Sneak attack!
Simmons: Sit down, you dumbass. I can't see!

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Church: You don't know anything about the aliens who programmed you?
Gary: Correct. Instead, they filled all my memory banks with information about The Great Destroyer and his race.
Church: You mean humans.
Gary: That is not what they call you, but correct.
Church: Why, what you they call us?
Gary: ...Shisno.
Church: That's an insult, isn't it?
Gary: Perhaps this can be best explained in the form of a knock-knock joke. Knock, knock.
Church: Who's there?
Gary: You are.
Church: You are who?
Gary: You are a dirty, dirty shisno. Ha, ha, ha.
Church: All right, what does it mean?
Gary: What is the most foul-smelling animal on your planet?
Church: Um... a skunk. Wait, so shisno means skunk?
Gary: Not exactly. Does a skunk defecate?
Church: Yes...
Gary: And does the skunk's defecation in turn produce its own excrement?
Church: Eww, no!
Gary: Then there is no equivalent for shisno in your language.

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[the Blue team has agreed to send their Medic over as a hostage]
Church: OK. We're gonna send over our Medic. Now, what do we get?
Simmons: You? You're surrendering! You don't get anything except humiliation and ridicule!
Tucker: We've already got that! What else do you have?

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Sarge: [being possessed by Church] Huagahguhgerk!

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Grif: Hey thanks kiss ass, if I want to take guarding tips from the guy that lost our last prisoner, I'll be sure to ask you
Donut: Oh man, that is a burn. Dude, you just got burned, burned dude, burned.
Simmons: Shut up, your armor's pink.

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Frank DuFresne: Besides, I'm not supposed to get involved unless someone gets hurt
Church: Huh... I see
[Church point his gun at Caboose and then fires]
Caboose: Owwwww! My Foot!
Church: Well, It looks like Caboose has hurt himself... Maybe you should get over there and help him, Doc.
Frank DuFresne: You know, you could have just asked nicely.

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Sarge: I only drink the blood of my *enemies*... and occasionally a strawberry Yoo Hoo.

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Sarge: I only drink the blood of my enemies... and strawberry yoohoo... I do enjoy the occasional sarsaparilla... Grenadine, straight from the can... Sex On the Beach, and a Pina Colada.
[sings]
Sarge: If you like Pina Coladas / and getting caught in the rain / If you're not into yoga / Grif just has half a brain.

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Church: I was sittin' there talkin' to Gary, and...
Tex: The bomb?
Church: No that's Andy, Gary is the computer.
Tex: Neh, I don't even remember most of your names half the time.
Caboose: I know my name! You can ask me, if you forget.
Church: Hey, can we please focus on me?
Caboose: By the way, he's Church.
Church: Yes, thank you Caboose, she knows.
Caboose: He is the mean one.
Church: Thank you, Caboose.
Caboose: See, he is mad. Now he'll just stare at me until I stop talking, then, when he thinks I am done talking, then he will start talking again.
Church: ...okay. I was talking to Gary and...
Caboose: Told you so!
Church: Goddammit!
Caboose: Classic Church.
Tucker: I wonder if a ghost can have an aneurism.

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Tucker: Ha-ha-ha-ha! Some slimy-toothed monster scared the crap out of Church! Ha-ha!
Tex: He didn't scare the crap out of him. He scared the *soul* out of him.
Tucker: Oh, it's Church. What's the difference? His soul is made out of crap... stupid crap-for-soul!
Church: For all I know, he's in there chewing on my body right now.
Tex: Well... then let's go get this big 'thing' of yours.
Tucker: Bow-chicka-bow-wow!
Tex: Oh, shut up.
Church: Shut up, Tucker.
Tucker: Somebody call for a really hairy plumber? Bow-chicka-bow-wow!
Church: Tucker! Shut up.
Tucker: I came here to lay some pipe... bow-chicka-bow-wow!
Church: Tucker!
Tucker: So I hear you've got sisters - bow-chicka - who are twins - bow-wow!
Church: Shut up...
Tucker: Hey, are you a model or famous actress? Bow-chicka-bow-wow!
Church: Shut up!
Tucker: [continues to do the guitar riff]
Church: Shut up. Shut up! Shut... up!...

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Tucker: Bow Chicka Bow Wow.

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Tucker: We haven't seen that alien thing come out so it's probably still hiding in there.
Caboose: Or, eating Church
Tex: All right, lets roll.
Church: Okay, here we go.
Tucker: ...Uhh we're not moving.
Church: Yea, yea, okay... here we go.
Tucker: We're still not moving.
Caboose: Does talking count as moving?
Tex: All right, screw it. You guys get behind me and stay tight...
Tucker: Bow-chicka-bow-wow.
Tex: Never mind, Tucker's in front.
Tucker: Eh, it was worth it.

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Church: How's it going, Tucker? We get any useful information out of the prisoner yet?
Tucker: I figured he was here to steal back Lopez, but he won't give us anything. Except a list of crockpot recipes. Would that be "useful'?
Church: Do we *have* a crockpot?
Tucker: No, Caboose had a trade with that annoying guy from Blue Command. He swapped it for a "Mystery Box'.
Church: What was in the "Mystery Box'?
Tucker: One hundred forty jars of mayonnaise.
[sarcastically]
Church: Well, *that's* a good trade.
[not picking up on it]
Tucker: Yeah, it doubles as a great sunscreen!
Church: How did you... never mind.

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[Caboose is "interrogating" Donut]
Caboose: This is fun! Okay, okay, your turn! Truth or dare?
Donut: Hmm... truth!
Caboose: Ok... tell me... all of the Red's secret plans!
Donut: Aww! You tricked me! You Blue guys are so smart. Ok, now listen closely. Our biggest secret is...
[Church's Ghost runs in and takes control of Donut's body]
Church: Caboose! It's me, Church! I possessed this guy so we can... hey. This pink armor is kinda comfortable. Roomy. What were you guys talking about?
[sadly]
Caboose: Oh... nothing.

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Church: I think I came up with a plan for how we can use Lopez and our new prisoner to get an upper hand on the Reds...
[Tucker is silent]
Church: ... The plan does not involve mayonnaise.
Tucker: Dammit! I knew there would be a catch!

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Sarge: I love blood and violence! I've got a boner for murder!

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Sarge: [Sarge introduces the special modifications he has made to the new robots] Check it out. Robot #2, codeword dirtbag.
Grif: [the robot beeps, then hits Grif] Ow! Hey!
Sarge: Heh heh heh. Pretty nifty, huh?
Simmons: That's awesome, sir! Let me try. Let me try. Codeword dirtbag!
Grif: Ow! OK fine. Two can play at this game. Codeword dirtbag!
[the robot beeps, then hits Grif]
Grif: Ah, son of a bitch.

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Grif: You think they'll show up?
Simmons: Well, my gut says no, but then again, my gut's made of an advanced polymer, and it doesn't know what the hell it's talking about. Stupid gut.

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Church: All right, get ready to launch Operation Circle of Confusion.
Tucker: Uh, Church? It kinda looks more like a triangle from down here.
Church: What?
Tucker: I'm just saying, it doesn't look much like a circle. It looks more like we're forming a triangle. Just a side note.
Church: OK, fine. Triangle of Confusion! Rhombus of Terror! Parabola of Mystery! Who cares? Get the goddamn show on the road!

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Grif: [the Red and Blue teams call a truce] So now we're forced to work together? How ironic.
Simmons: No, that's not ironic! Ironic would be if we had to work together to hurt each other!
Donut: No, ironic would be, if instead of that guy kidnapping Lopez, Lopez kidnapped him.
Sarge: I think it would be ironic if our guns didn't shoot bullets, but instead squirted a healing salve that cured all wounds.
Caboose: I think it would be ironic if everyone was made of iron.

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[Tucker has just overheard the Red Team leader talking to "Red Command", who is the same person as "Blue Command']
Tucker: What the hell, Vic? How do you know the Red Team? What are you helping them against the Blues? What the fuck is going on here?
Blue Command: Ohh. Private Tucker. You're on here too Um... See, I um... you guys are... uh, I gotta go, bad connection.
[Command turns off their radio]

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Church: Tucker, what the fuck are you babbling about?

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Tucker: [Tucker meets his "baby" for the first time] Uh, what do I do?
Church: Why are you asking me?
Tucker: I don't know how to be a dad! This isn't the way I planned it.
Church: You *planned* this? Tucker, I had no idea...
Tucker: No, no, I mean I always wanted to have that ideal father-son relationship. You know, where I see him for, like, 8 hours every other week and send checks to someone that I hate.
Caboose: It's emotional conversations like this that make me miss my mom.
Church: All right, look, let's leave these two alone. Let 'em do a little bonding.
Tucker: Hey, don't leave me here with him! What am I supposed to say?
Caboose: Ask him if he likes baseball!
Church: It's an alien baby, Caboose.
Caboose: Ask him if he likes T-ball!
Church: *Alien*, Caboose. "Alien" was the keyword in that sentence.
Tucker: Seriously, don't go. I don't even know where to start!
Church: Tucker, he's part of an alien race whose only purpose seems to be to tell huge, grandiose lies to people so that they can seduce them and then impregnate them! So... let's just start with that. Y'know, common ground.
Tucker: Yeah, I think I'll just stick to baseball.
Caboose: Tell him about how his dad got to third base with you!
Church: CABOOSE!

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Tucker: We haven't seen that alien thing come out so it's probably still hiding in there.
Caboose: Or, eating Church
Tex: All right, lets roll.
Church: Okay, here we go.
Tucker: ...Uhh we're not moving.
Church: Yea, yea, okay... here we go.
Tucker: We're still not moving.
Caboose: Does talking count as moving?
Tex: All right, screw it. You guys get behind me and stay tight...
Tucker: Bow-chicha-bow-wow.
Tex: Never mind, Tucker's in front.
Tucker: Eh, it was worth it.

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Grif: [*Grif starts his "eulogy" for the "dead" Sarge*] Hey everybody, it's great to be here! Well, what can I say about a guy like Sarge? I mean, besides "good riddance!"? Hoooo!
[*both he and his sister chuckle*]
Grif: Ha-ha. But seriously. Sarge lived a great life. And now that he's dead, our lives are pretty good too. Zing! Ha-ha-ha-ha! You know what I'm talkin' about.
Sarge: Come on! Is this a remembrance or a roast?
Grif: Quiet in the front row! And I'm not askin', and he's not tellin', but I heard when Donut first came to the base, Sarge spent a lot of time talking about glazed Donut holes, if you know what I mean! Hi-yo!
Simmons: Too soon!
Grif: Hey now.

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Grif's sister: [*Simmons has threatened to call Red Command to confirm that Grif and his sister have to run*] You keep talking about them! Why don't you call *our* guys?
Grif: "Our" guys?
Grif's sister: Yeah! The Blue guys!
Simmons: Excuse me, the wazza-wha?
Grif's sister: The Blue guys! The guys that sent me here! In the big ship!
Simmons: Grif?
Grif: Uh, yeah... this might be a bad time to bring up the fact that my sister is colorblind.
Simmons: WHAT?
Grif's sister: I don't get it! What's the gray guy so upset about?
Simmons: But girls can't be colorblind!
Grif's sister: Yeah? Well, they say girls can't ejaculate either! But guess what?
Grif: Yeah! Wait, what?
Simmons: I can't believe it! It was such a simple espionage plan, the Blues have decimated our forces. Quick, quick, get me a shovel! Oh, Sarge is gonna be pissed!...

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Church: What are you two guys doing?
Tucker: We're gonna teach the alien to speak English.
Church: How are you going to do that?
Tucker: People learn English all the time. It aren't that hard.
Church: Maybe you should try learning his language.
Tucker: Fuck that. We got here first, and that makes this a colony. Those are the rules, dude: Earth colony, Earth language.
Church: Tucker, there's thousands of languages spoken on Earth!
Tucker: Yeah, but only one that kicks ass.

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Church: I didn't want to mess with the timeline.
Caboose: Time... line?
[sighs]
Caboose: Time isn't made of lines! It is made of circles. That is why clocks are round.

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Tucker: Chicks will do anything for money!
Tex: That's not true!
Tucker: Oh, yeah? I'll give you 10 bucks to tear off Grif's arm!
Tex: [turning quickly to look at Simmons and Grif] Which one's Grif?
[Grif gestures towards Simmons while slowly backing away]
Grif: [whispering] He's Grif.

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Grif: Hey, you're back! How'd the Humpday thing go?
Simmons: Umm...
Church: Oh, it went great, as long as you weren't on our team.
Grif: So you lost.
Church: Yeah, unless there's some new game type where you're supposed to catch the most amount of bullets with your torso. In which case, Simmons was the clear victor.

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Sarge: Why don't we try to find O'Malley?
Caboose: I know where you can find O'Malley. He lived inside my helmet for a while. Maybe he left an address to send his mail. We were like roommates.
Sarge: Sounds like he took some of the furniture when he left. And the carpet. And the drapes. And I wouldn't expect to get that deposit back, if you know what I mean.

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Sarge: [Caboose is standing on Sarge's shoulders, looking into the Blue Team's base] What do you see?
Caboose: I see... A room.
Sarge: And? What's in the room?
Caboose: There are some walls... And some ceilings. Wait! Just one ceiling.
Sarge: What's makin' all that racket?
Blue Team: Kill the Reds! Kill the Reds! Kill the Reds! Kill the Reds! Kill the Reds!
Caboose: You are not going to like it.

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Blue Grunt: Yeah, I love reloading! I love to reload!
Red Grunt: [Melee kills the Blue Grunt] Oh! Back of the head!
Blue Grunt: Ooh! Tell my girlfriend that I love her.
Red Grunt: She's my girlfriend now, bitch!

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Red Grunt: [Runs past the Blue Grunt's camping spot and gets killed] Oh, you fucking camping bitch!
Blue Grunt: It's a legitimate strategy!

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Caboose: [Donut and Caboose found a Warthog in the future] Look at what I found.
Donut: I found it!
Caboose: Look at what I took credit for finding.

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Frank DuFresne: Look, I found something really weird at here Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha.
Vic: Roger that, what did you find?
Frank DuFresne: It's... it's like... uhh... it's like a thing...
Vic: It's like a thing. Okaaay, dude, thank you for the update. I'll be sure to alert the chief of staff...
Frank DuFresne: Sorry...
Vic: Move to DefCon 1.
Frank DuFresne: I'm a little dazed... it's a big thing... it's purple... it's a big purple thing...
Vic: Use your words, dude.
Frank DuFresne: Look, I don't know, it looks like some kind of alien artifact. Do the aliens have, like, a home base or something here?
Vic: I don't know, dude... why don't I just consult my extraterrestrial travel guide for you. Oh, look! They have a great series of alien bed-and-breakfasts there! Lucky you.
Frank DuFresne: Never mind. I'll just figure it out myself.

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Sarge: Actually, the problem is with Lopez!
Grif: Don't tell me. The ambassador from Spanishland is coming, and without Lopez we don't have anyone to translate.
Simmons: There's no such thing as "Spanishland", you retard...
Grif: Yes, there is. They have those, um, waterslides... and all that salsa!
Simmons: No... they don't.
Grif: Well... I guess you would know.
Simmons: What's that supposed to mean?... FOR THE LAST TIME, I'M DUTCH-IRISH!
Grif: Hey, don't let your fiery Latin temper get out of control. I was just trying to make a point.

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Blue Command: Hello Dude, come in, Doctor dude, are you there... paging Dr. Dude to the radio, stat! I need 20 CC's of what the hell's going on down there, dude.
Frank DuFresne: Ugggh, what happened?
Blue Command: Hey, you tell me, dude... one minute we're talkin' about a hole in the wall, the next thing I know you turn into Grumps McGurt... sounded like you needed a lozenge... threatened to eat my children... not very cool, dude...
Frank DuFresne: Geez, did I really? I'm sorry. Something went wrong with my radio and I heard this weird beeping hawking -...
Blue Command: Hey, no offense taken, dude, don't got any kids anyway -...
Frank DuFresne: What?
Blue Command: Old Vic's been through the snip'n'stitch, if you know what I mean...
Frank DuFresne: I don't want to hear about that.
Blue Command: Winky-blinky, the one-eyed sergeant's firin' blanks...
Frank DuFresne: That's weird.
Blue Command: If you get me.
Frank DuFresne: Look...
Blue Command: Vaya Con Dios to the Vas Deferens!
Frank DuFresne: Yeah, enough, all right, I get you.
Blue Command: I need a vasectomy, dude.

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Sarge: [Tex has finished repairing Shelia, and is now attacking the Red Base. Sarge is in the Warthog and radios Simmons] Simmons, I'm comin' around in the Warthog. Take the gunner position when I come by.
Simmons: Right, Sir.
Grif: I'll, uh, I'll just stay here.
Simmons: Yeah. Stay and guard this cement wreck. It's vital to our success.
[Simmons jumps into the gunner position of the Warthog]
Simmons: I'm in, sir.
Sarge: [they drive off towards Sheila] Good. Here's the plan, Simmons
[Tex blasts the Warthog, and Simmons flies off]
Sarge: Yowza!
Grif: [Sarge and Simmons run back to Red Base] Wow. You guys back so soon? Win the war already?
Simmons: Hey Sarge, you mind telling me the rest of the plan now?
Sarge: If we survive this, I'm gonna kill the both of you... slowly...
Sheila: [Shelia is still firing at the Red Base] Firing main cannon.
Donut: [Donut runs up the stairs, while Grif, Simmons, and Sarge are cowarding in the other staircase] What are you guys doing up here?
Grif: That chick with the black armor is back!
Donut: What chick? The one who stuck a grenade to my head?
Simmons: That's the one!
Donut: The one who's the reason why I'm in this Light Red Armor?
Grif: Donut, I understand the need to safeguard your masculinity, but it's so much faster just to say Pink.
Donut: Ohhh, I've been waiting for this...
[runs to edge of base, towards Sheila]
Donut: HEY BITCH! REMEMBER ME? I SAVED SOMETHING FOR YA'!
[Tosses grenade at Tex and Sheila]
Tucker: [Simmons and Grif look at grenade, grenade flies, Lopez/Church watches grenade, grenade flies, Tucker and Cabosse watch grenade] Wow. That girl has some arm...
Tex: [grenade lands in Tex's lap] Oh, CRAP!
Donut: HELL YEAH! THREE POINTS, YOU DIRTY WHORE!

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[Caboose has a crush on Sheila the tank, who is spending a lot of time with Lopez the robot]
Caboose: [yelling from the distance atop the Blue base] Sheila! Come back to me! I made you a muffin!

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Grif: [Sarge has gone off to look for a levitation ray in order to get the crash-landed ship off of Donut*]
[sighs*]
Grif: Sarge just drove away with our Jack, didn't he?
Simmons: And our shovels. Sometimes I'm amazed our entire platoon hasn't starved to death.
Church: [appearing behind them*] The fuck you guys doing out here? You're breaking the canyons!
Grif: Fuck off, Blue! The ship just crashed on one of our guys!
Church: What, this ship?
Simmons: [sarcastically*] No, another ship! Then that ship left and this ship crashed in the exact same spot.
Church: Where'd it come from?
Grif: It's a spaceship. It came from *space*.
Church: [momentary pause*] ... Dibs.
Simmons: What?
Church: Dibs. I just called dibs. It's my ship now. Dibs.
Simmons: No it isn't, jackass! We found it first!
Church: Yeah, but you didn't call dibs; I did. Dibs. See?
Grif: You can't call dibs on a spaceship! That's ridiculous!
Church: Heh, yes I can! Dibs! See? I just did it again. Now, get the fuck away from my ship, Tomato Can.
Simmons: Don't call me "Tomato Can"!
Grif: Try and take it then!
Church: Um, okay... Sheila?
[Sheila suddenly appears behind Church*]
Sheila: You bet!
[points her turret at Simmons and Grif*]
Grif: Fuck! You forgot about that too, didn't you?
Simmons: Yeah, kinda.
Sheila: Now step away from the ship, Tomato Can!
Grif: Ha ha, "Tomato Can"!
Sheila: You too, Lemon Head!
Grif: Hey, I'm orange, not yellow!

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Church: [re-enters the Blue Base and hears some racket going on*] Hey Doc, what the hell is going on in there?
Frank DuFresne: Church, everything's fine. Basically, he's just resting.
Church: Doesn't sound like he's resting.
Frank DuFresne: That's not Tucker; that's our new arrival! He got a lot of energy since his first feeding.
Church: Tucker... *fed*... the baby? Gross.
Frank DuFresne: Actually, Caboose was kind enough to donate some blood. You know what they say: it takes a village.
Church: How'd you get him to agree to that?
Frank DuFresne: It's amazing what Caboose will do if you promise him a cookie and a glass of orange juice.
Church: But he hates needles!
Frank DuFresne: No needles! It turns out if you just expose some bare skin, the little guy just digs right in! It's like a miracle to see nature at work!
Caboose: [arriving on the scene, looking very weak*] I feel dizzy!
Church: Uhm... is he gonna be okay?
Frank DuFresne: Tucker's kid drank half a gallon in one go. Isn't that cool? I think he's gonna be a linebacker. Or a vampire. Or a vampire linebacker! That'll be crazy!
Caboose: [looking up at the ceiling*] Ooooooooo...
Frank DuFresne: Anyway, blood is pretty important. So Caboose is bound to have some side effects like dizziness or nausea or sensitivity to light...
Caboose: I think I'm going to stop standing up now.
[falls to the ground*]
Frank DuFresne: Or passing out.
Caboose: Church, if I die, I want you to have my orange juice...

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Vic: Hey dude.
Church: Vic hey
Vic: This is Vic... 555-VICK do do do... im not in the casita right now so leave your low down at the ding dong... asta
Church: Hey Vic this is church I need to...
Vics voicemail: you have reached the voicemail system
Church: *sighs* ok ok coem on
Vics voicemail: To leave a message just wait for the tone
Church: I know how to leave a god damn message
Vics voicemail: When you are finished recording just hang up or push pound for more options
Church: Really hang up no shit... I was just going to keep on talking till he decided to check his voicemail
Vics voicemail: For delivery options press 5
Church: *angrily* Just give me the damn beep!
Vics voicemail: To leave a call back number press 8. To page this person press 6.
Church: COME ON!
Vics voicemail: To repeate this message press 9
Church: I will fucking stab you computer phone lady!
[Some time later]
Vics voicemail: To mark this message as urgent press 11
Church: *Yelling* There is no 11 you fucking whore!

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Vic: Hey dude.
Church: Vic hey
Vic: This is Vic... 555-VICK do do do... im not in the casita right now so leave your low down at the ding dong... asta
Church: Hey Vic this is church I need to...
Vics voicemail: you have reached the voicemail system
Church: *sighs* ok ok come on
Vics voicemail: To leave a message just wait for the tone
Church: I know how to leave a god damn message
Vics voicemail: When you are finished recording just hang up or push pound for more options
Church: Really hang up no shit... I was just going to keep on talking till he decided to check his voicemail
Vics voicemail: For delivery options press 5
Church: *angrily* Just give me the damn beep!
Vics voicemail: To leave a call back number press 8. To page this person press 6.
Church: COME ON!
Vics voicemail: To repeate this message press 9
Church: I will fucking stab you computer phone lady!
[Some time later]
Vics voicemail: To mark this message as urgent press 11
Church: *Yelling* There is no 11 you fucking whore!

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Donut: [searching in Ghost for Grif] Grif! Grif! Oh Griiiiif!
[he finds him]
Donut: Oh! Hi Grif! There you are!
Grif: [sighs]
Donut: I've been looking all over for you! I looked inside the base, I looked around the base, I looked on top of the base, I looked insided the base again...
Grif: I think you need to learn what "All over" means.
Donut: Anyway, Sarge wants you to come back and...
Grif: Forget it! I'm not coming back!
Donut: Why?
Grif: It's SARGE. I know he's not going to call me to help him eat ice cream! He's gonna make me do stuff. Work stuff.
Donut: But...
Grif: Look, Donut. I know you're riding high on your new promotion, but don't think you can boss me around. Me and Simmons, we had a system. He didn't tell me what to do, and I didn't ignore him.
Donut: You ignored him all the time!
Grif: I'm sorry, what? I wasn't listening. See? The system works! Learn the system, Donut!

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Capt. Butch Flowers: Men, your delightful tomfoolery puts a spring in my step and a bounce in my britches. If I weren't your Commanding Officer, I'd pick you both up, give you a big bear hug and make you call me 'Daddy'.
Church: Uhh... Thank God for the Chain of Command?

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Church: Yeah, I've been thinking about our orders from command... Uh, Cappy... and, I gotta tell ya, I don't think three guys is enough to stage such an elaborate offensive.
Tucker: I think we should listen to this guy, Captain. He seems to know plenty about being offensive.
Church: Can it, shit bird.
Tucker: See?
Capt. Butch Flowers: Men, your delightful tomfoolery puts a spring in my step, and a bounce in my britches. If I weren't your commanding officer, I'd pick you both up, give you a giant bear hug, and make you call me Daddy.
[laughs]
Church: Um... thank God for the chain of command?

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Church: Look, there's no nice way to put this, but you're gonna die of a massive heart attack tonight.
Capt. Butch Flowers: Hmm... that doesn't sound like me. I'm a team player.

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Capt. Butch Flowers: I think I'm commanding the finest army in all of Blood Gulch.
Tucker: Isn't there only one other army, those red guys?
Church: Yeah, you know... the enemy?
Capt. Butch Flowers: I'll tell you who your enemy is, gentleman. Apathy. Passivity. Indifference. And yes, uh, also, those red guys.

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Capt. Butch Flowers: Now, I know you're worried about our mission, but I can tell you this - there's nothing more important to me than the safety and well-being of my men. Or my name isn't Captain... Butch... Flowers.

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[the Sarge is back into the real world and finds Simmons and Grif]
Sarge: What... what happened here?
Simmons: Sir, you got shot in the head, so we gave you CPR and saved you, sir.
Grif: I always believed in you, Simmons.
Simmons: Uh, actually, it's Grif you should thank, sir. He did all the work.
Sarge: Grif?
Simmons: Yes, sir.
Sarge: Grif, why in hell would you give somebody CPR for a bullet wound in the head? That doesn't make a lick of sense.
Grif: [sighs] You're welcome, sir.
Sarge: I mean it's all so damn inconsistent. What would you do if they stabbed me in the toe, rub my neck with aloe vera? Hey there Grif! I think I feel an aneurism comin' on. Could you help me out with one of them therapeutic massages? Use your fingers, not your knuckles. That there, that's good. Lower back. Yeah, I can feel that working already. Don't be afraid to go too low. Oh, yeah, shee-atsu.

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Donut: [noticing Grif and Simmons just returning to the Red base after evading Sheila's rampage] What happened?
Grif: [heavily panting and breathing as if he had run a marathon] Big... tank... shooting! WHOOOOHHHH!
Simmons: Damn, man! We only ran, like, three hundred feet! You are REALLY out of shape!
Grif: [still panting heavily] Fuck... you...
Donut: Where's your car?
Simmons: General Patton here had a great strategy to leave it behind.
Grif: Hey, it would have worked if that tank hadn't shown up.

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[both teams have been arguing over the nature of irony for 2 hours]
Church: Okay. We all agree that while the current situation is not totally ironic, the fact that we now have to work together is odd in an unexpected way, that defies our normal circumstances. Is everyone happy with that?

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[Tucker is complaining about having to handle a switch on Church's robotic body, which is located near the crotch area]
Tucker: I wish Tex was here. She wouldn't have any problem flipping it.
Church: You *obviously* did not know Tex that well.

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Simmons: Hey, Doc, although I'm sure Sarge enjoys having his spine pulverized into dust, maybe you should go ahead and back up the Warthog.
Frank DuFresne: Oh... right. Sorry.
[Accidentally accelerates, Smashes Sarge]
Sarge: Oww! Hot buttered lugnuts!
Frank DuFresne: Oooh, jeez, I'm really sorry. I just was in the wrong gear. Lemme just...
[smashes Sarge again]
Sarge: Doh! Jeez, there goes my last kidney! I was savin' that one for a special occasion!
Frank DuFresne: Third time's a charm?
Simmons: I don't think so, Poindexter! Outta the jeep, now!
Frank DuFresne: I'm really sorry guys. I was only trying to help. Really!
Grif: [Sarcastically] Oh is that all? I for one was totally confused. I thought you were savagely trying to kill our sergeant by ramming him over and over with a 6000 pound steel death machine! Now that we know you're just trying to help, by all means, please continue!
Frank DuFresne: [pause] ... Really?
Simmons, Grif: Get Out!

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Simmons: Shotgun!
Grif: Shotgun... fuck!
Donut: Shotgun lap!
Simmons: Fuck!

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Tex: Someone hired a freelancer to take you out. Do you have any idea why?
Tucker: I can't say.
Tex: Keeping secrets? I find that attractive...
Tucker: You do?
Tex: In attractive people, yeah.

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Tex: Everybody in the division was paired with an AI, and codenamed for a state.
Donut: What was your codename, Tex?
Tex: Nevada.
Tucker: One for each state? So there's fifty of you...
Tex: Forty-nine. Remember?
Tucker: Ohh, yeah... that's right. Man, poor Florida. *sigh*.

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Tucker: You know, I miss the old days, when you guys were just a bunch of nameless assholes I'd yell at with Church.
Grif: It's ok, man.
[voice breaking*]
Grif: We hate you too.

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[Grif, Simmons, and Tucker have been transported into a post-apocalyptic future]
Grif: They destroyed it all, Simmons. Those damn stupid bastards! They blew it all up! Damn them! Damn them to hell! Those damn dirty apes!
Simmons: Calm down, Grif. We don't know if the whole world is like this.
Grif: Yes, it is. They destroyed it all. I guess a society of men just wasn't meant to survive.
Simmons: Hey, how about this - how about we explore more than two square miles before jumping to any conclusions?
Grif: It was definitely nuclear weapons. That's what did it. And the explosions caused massive power outages, which caused the fail-safes to fail, which released the super bacteria from a secret lab!
Simmons: Oh, come on.
Grif: That caused a huge plague, and after the victims died, they rose from the dead twelve hours later to roam the earth and feast on human flesh.
Simmons: What?
Grif: A handful of gritty survivors from all walks of life were able to keep the legions of the infected radioactive undead at bay using only their wits and an inexplicable comprehension of agricultural science and engineering. Everything was looking good, and that's when the meteor hit.
Simmons: I think you just quoted every crappy Hollywood apocalypse movie ever.

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Tucker: Hollywood doesn't understand the apocalypse. They think that if just one thing from everyday life goes away, that changes everything. Like in Road Warrior, it was gas, and in Waterworld, it was land.
Simmons: What went away in The Matrix?
Tucker: Sunlight.
Grif: I thought the missing element was "plot".
Tucker: I'm talking about Matrix 1.
Simmons: Oh, right.

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Simmons: Do you ever wonder why we're here?
Grif: [annoyed] No. I NEVER wonder why we're here. Semper fi, bitch!

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[Frank is possessed by an evil AI which can't control Frank entirely]
Church: How'd he get up there so quick?
Donut: Man, that guy is wicked fast!
[Frank's voice]
Frank DuFresne: Thanks! I lettered in track in high school! It was the least directly competitive sport I could find!
Grif: Track sucks!
[O'Malley's evil voice]
Frank DuFresne: YOU SUCK!

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Sheila: [has just been blown up, and is dying] I'm scared, Dave, will I dream?
[singing]
Sheila: Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do...
Caboose: Sheila! NOOOO!
Tucker: Oh, God! Sheila! Wait, who's Sheila?
Caboose: Sheila was the lady in the tank. She was my friend.
Tucker: Dude, I knew you could pick up chicks in that tank!

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[Frank being controlled by an evil AI]
Frank DuFresne: And now, I make my escape, with my metallic hostage, never to be seen again! Unless I want to be seen! In which case, if I see you, before you see me... look out!

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O'Malley: Your soul is the cavern of lies.

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Church: Tucker! Tucker! Are you okay?
Tucker: Church... the purple guy... he's...
Church: Yeah, I know. It's O'Malley, he must have gotten the medic somehow...
Tucker: No... he's an asshole...

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Caboose: [waiting for Lopez to fix the tank] Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Fix the tank! So that I say hello to Sheila!
[through Caboose]
O'Malley: And start killing everyone!
Tucker: You mean all the Reds, right?
Caboose: Of course!
[through Caboose]
O'Malley: For starters!

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Sarge: Simmons, Grif, we're out of luck. Get ready to open fire. Today is a good day to die.
Grif: Wait! I think today is actually a good day to RETREAT. Can't we push dying to a week from Friday?
Simmons: Yeah... let's all take dying as an open-action item, and come back with suggestions next meeting.
Sarge: No! It has to be today. For our ancestors. YEAARRRRHH!
[charges]

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Donut: Hey guys. We might have a problem here. Somebody - and I'm not gonna say who - might have thought that one of the cyborg parts we needed for Simmons' surgery was a cupholder. And somebody - not naming any names here - might have left it, along with their favorite smooth jazz compilation CD, in the Warthog. I just don't know who would do such a thing.
Grif: Was it you?
Donut: Yeah. Uh, no!
[clears throat, deepens voice]
Donut: I mean, no.
[pause]
Donut: Dammit.

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[Church and Tex are in Caboose's mind and are encountering his mental images of all the characters]
Caboose's Church: Attention Reds! The great Caboose demands an audience with you, so listen up ya blowjobbing cocksuckers!
[the Reds appear from behind obstacles one by one]
Simmons: Caboose? Oh no, he's come to kill us!
Grif: [he is wearing yellow] Will someone please help me? I don't wanna die.
Lady Donut: I love Caboose and yet I'm still afraid of him.
Sarge: [in a pirate voice] Arrgh. I be havin' a southern accent. Yorgh.
Lady Donut: He's so scary.
Caboose: Fear not, Reds. I come here not to destroy, but instead to ask for your assistance on this day.
Church: Okay woah woah woah woah woah. I gotta correct a couple things I'm hearing.
[to the fake Church]
Church: First of all, you? You're not Caboose's best friend. Okay? You don't have a best friend. You know why? You don't need one! You're Church! Knowing other people just waters down the experience! Live the dream, buddy!
Caboose's Church: Shove it, dick-sniffer!
Church: And Caboose? Come on, dude. Seriously? Have you paid attention to our enemies for one second?
Caboose: I beg your pardon?
Church: First of all, that guy,
[Grif]
Church: he's not yellow. He's orange. And since when is there a girl on the red team?
Lady Donut: My favorite thing is pretty dresses.
Sarge: Argh. I got termites in me leg.
Church: And that is not a southern accent.
Sarge: Arr.
Lady Donut: Do you have any tampons?
Church: Seriously, what is the matter with you people?
Tex: Calm down, Church!
Grif: Don't kill us, Mr. Sidekick!
Caboose's Church: Hey butt-brunch! I'm Caboose's sidekick, not him! Shut your pie-hole!

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Sarge: Hurry up, Simmons.
Simmons: Just give me a few more seconds over here, Sarge.
Sarge: We don't have a few more seconds!
Simmons: Stop pressuring me! I rely on you for love and support!

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Tucker: I'm still picking up the reds' transmissions from when we broadcast that Lopez song. There's a lot of chatter.
Church: Well, are you at least getting any useful information?
Tucker: Nah, it's just the same two guys bickering like an old married couple. I've only been listening for like five minutes and I can already tell they're really in love. Why can't they see it?

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Caboose: Would you stop saying bad things that come true! Or... say them ten seconds earlier!

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Sarge: Tex, this is Sarge. Do not detonate the bomb.
Tex: I don't have a detonator, it's on a timer.
Grif: A countdown timer?
Tex: No, a count up timer. It goes from one, to explode. Of course a countdown timer, you idiot!

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Tucker: What if we just beat on these window shutters together, we can get 'em open.
Sarge: No, that would be the coward's way out. Fruitlessly trying to escape instead of accepting your own fate!
Tucker: But I can see daylight!
Sarge: It's true. Only a miracle can save us now.

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Tex: Just tell us! What did you see?
Church: Umm, it was a really big... Thing...
Tex: That's your story? You saw a big thing?
Tucker: Ahh, my story had a big thing too. You just didn't give it time to develop.
Church: Well, I didn't really get a good look at it.
Caboose: At Tucker's big thing?
Church: No, you dumbass! At the big thing in the base that attacked me!

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Blue Elite: Wort...
Andy The Bomb: He doesn't wear any pants.
Tucker: Yeah, we noticed. If we meet anybody on this adventure, that might need to change.
Andy The Bomb: Why? We're used to being naked! Free-ballin'! Come on... Commando!
Tucker: Let me just put it this way; I felt less threatened when Tex was staring at just the sword
Tex: Huh... Wha... Oh excu... erm... Yeah, I-I was just admiring his-his alien... muscle structure...
Tucker: Yeah, one particular part of his muscle structure...
Tex: Well that's just a matter of penis- I mean, uh... opinion! That's... that's it...
Church: Smooth...
Caboose: You told me it was another arm...
Blue Elite: GRRRRRR!
Andy The Bomb: Hey Caboose... High Five!
Caboose: I don't want to do that any more...

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Donut: Defenses are established, Sarge!
[Sheila the tank, under Simmons' command, destroys part of the red base*]
Donut: Cancel that, Sarge - defenses are destroyed.

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Sarge: Doctor Turd I presume!

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Church: You don't suppose that sword is making him sick do you?
Caboose: I don't see how, it hasn't sneezed once.
Church: We don't know anything about it though. Maybe it runs on radiation and is poisoning him.
Caboose: Or maybe it runs on solar power!
Church: How would solar power making him sick?
Caboose: Is he a republican?

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Church: I'm just worried, man. Who knows if this stuff is contagious? For all we know, Caboose could be next. Wake up tomorrow morning, he's throwing up, running a huge fever, next thing you know, he's bleeding out of his eyes cause his internal organs are liquidizing. And I'm gonna have to be the one that holds his hand as he screams himself to death. That's not gonna be any fun.
Caboose: I'm gonna go take a vitamin.
Church: Oh, don't bother, it's too late for you anyway.

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O'Malley: It's quiet. Too quiet.
[Gunshot barely misses him]
O'Malley: Suddenly it's too loud. I preferred it when it was quiet.

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O'Malley: It can talk?
Andy The Bomb: Why is that always the first thing everyone says to me?
O'Malley: A talking bomb, you say. Hm, I could use a fellow like you in my organization.
Church: Yeah, I should probably point out that Andy here was designed specifically to blow up and destroy you.
O'Malley: I see... Well this is certainly awkward.

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Sarge: Yep, hand to hand combat is the old school way to kill your foes. It dates back to the honored tradition when combatants respected one another. Killing a man with your bare hands says, "We're all equals as men, except I'm slightly more equal cause I'm still alive and your dead." Of course dropping a nuke them for 50,000 ft is also totally acceptable. I mean lets face it. There's just not enough time in this busy world to show everyone the courtesy of a good strangling.
Grif: See, that right there is why society is going right down hill. Everyone's in such a hurry these days.

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Sarge: Hey Caboose! You hear something behind you!
Caboose: I do? I wonder what's causing it.
Sarge: Double yoink!

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Red Zealot: Everyone, everyone! Stop fighting! Look unto me. I possess the blue flag! I wield the power infinite. The universal maverick is mine to unravel. My every thought becomes a reality. Mountains will fall, seas will boil. Day will be as night. People will... run. Chicks will dig me. I'll get good grades... I'll get into a good college. Study abroad for a semester. You know, stuff like that. I'll get a job at a tech company... not a too technical job though. STOCK OPTIONS and a 401K! I will drive a foreign car and pay off my credit card bills! I will die with a full head of hair. My friends from high school will envy me... in ways they never imagined!

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Tucker: We're all getting lumps of coal for Christmas, aren't we?
Church: Fuck no! You know how much coal costs? It's like five bucks a ton! I'm not spending that kind of money on you. You're all getting lumps of smoal.
Tucker: What the heck is smoal?
Church: It's a knockoff synthetic coal. It's just as good as the real thing. Except when you burn it it doesn't make any heat, it just makes smoke.
Tucker: What? How the hell does it burn without making any heat?
Church: How do I know? Ask the fine makers of smoal!

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Tex: Well are you coming?
Andy The Bomb: What am I gonna do? Roll there? Pick me up you dumb bitch!
Tex: Great. I can see this is starting off well.
Andy The Bomb: Hey Tex, I bet you haven't had your hands on a ball this big since your morning scratch! Hahaha!

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Simmons: [responding to Donut's time travel theory] Donut, that's not how time travel works. We don't leave copies of ourselves behind! And even if we did, they'd all be eight hundred years old! They'd all be DEAD by now.
Donut: Speak for yourself! I could live to be eight hundred. I'm on this AWESOME diet!
Sarge: Still doing that high-fat, low-fiber liquid diet where you drink nothing but bacon grease?
Donut: Nah, that was just a fad.
Sarge: What's the new one?
Donut: I only eat foods that begin with vowels!
Simmons: That's sounds really hard! What did you have for breakfast?
Donut: Eggs and Oreos! And for lunch I'm having asparagus... and Oreos!
Grif: Holy crap! I've been on that diet for years! I had no IDEA I was so healthy! I even cut out all the eggs! And I don't even KNOW what asparagus is.

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Lopez: Buenos dia, y gracias por activar mi función del discourso. Soy el numero del modelo 01011...
Tucker: Am I the only one not getting this?
Lopez: Me llamo Lopez.
Tucker: Lopez! He just said "Lopez!" I understood that! I can speak Spanish!

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Caboose: [Talking in radio] Come in, private Church, do you copy? Soldier unit Tex almost has the armor vehicle... situation... rectified. OK... we require... verification... of yourrrr... mission... ness. Ahem. How is your progression?
Church: Caboose! Nadie aquEestEescuchádnome! No más puedo hablar Español!
Caboose: [to Tucker] ... He says he wants to talk to you.

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Lopez: Has ganado esta tiempo, pero su reinado repugnante va a ser de breve duración. Los rojos van a ser vengado.
Tucker: Yeah, yeah, yeah, nobody cares. We need you to fix our tank.
Lopez: Nunca voy a trabajar para el enemigo. Puede un malo estar sobre su alma y su casa! Por mucho tiempo mi raza ha sufrido, pero muy pronto vamos a ver un dú} nuevo. La amanece de nuestro tiempo estEcerca, y cuando la noche acontezca, su gente, la trabajadores del campo...
Tucker: Man, I thought Church talked too much! You think if I kick him in the switch he'll shut up?

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Andy The Bomb: Hey Tex, when you turn around I can see where you tucked it!

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Caboose: Wow! You have really good eyes.
Tucker: I have to. I never get to use the fucking sniper rifle!

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[Tucker is talking to Tex, who is firing at something offscreen]
Tucker: That's basically it sir, they have five guys over there and a big jeep.
Tex: And your flag.
Tucker: Right, that too... Uh, hey, Tex? I don't know what it's been like at your other bases, but we try not to use other soldiers as target practice here.
[the camera pans to reveal Caboose pressed against a wall, surrounded by bullet holes]
Caboose: I'm scared.

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[Sarge and Caboose have taken the red and blue flags from a pair of zealous armies]
A blue soldier: Why don't we just kill you guys and take the flags back?
A red soldier: Hmmm, yeah!
[Sarge shoots the blue soldier]
Some red soldier: Oh you got owned! I saw it, fucking owned!
Blue Team: Teams! Teams! Teams!
Some red soldier: Shut up! Teams are fine!
Red Team: Teams are fine! Teams are fine!
[the armies start shooting at each other - again]

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Church: [after Tucker and Caboose imply that "someone" has put on weight] Are you guys talking about me?
Caboose: Yeah. We didn't want to say anything...
Tucker: Right. That's why we said something.
Tucker: [Beat] Fatty.
Church: Hey, back off, guys. I've been under alot of stress. I've been carrying this whole fuckin' team!
Tucker: Where did you carry us, to the buffet?

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Church: Great. Tucker's out, Sheila's on the fritz, and now Doc is babysitting. Caboose, if we survive the next five five minutes, I'll be fuckin' amazed.

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Memorable quotes from Red vs. Blue Jan 7, 2007 21:30:20 GMT -5

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(Rotfl, never heard of this show but it sounds awesome!!)

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Me neither...i really have no time though to read that enitre thing. Ill make time this weekend though.

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wtf?

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i just realized its a halo thing!

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should have realized it with the whole "blood gultch" thingy!

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LMAO! RED VS BLUE!

sorry had to yeah it rocks i was in stitches over the bomb part.
please note that these may not be the exact lines.

Tex: I have made a bomb but there is a problem.
Sarge: whats this the manly girly gril is has a problem what is is cupcake?
Tex: i can't lift it
Sarge: here let me show you how a man does this -sarge tries to lift the bomb- Nope that ain't going nowhere!

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