RED VS BLUE!!!!!!!!
"Okay, okay, look: They're just standing there and talking, okay? 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!'"
What'd ya' think of the ending?
Washington: It's initials for Electro-Magnetic Pulse. That's E-M-P.
Grif: Right. Which spells "emp." Durrrr.
Sarge: There is no such thing as valuable information, from a traitor!
Simmons: But sir, I only did that because no one would believe me about the tank.
Donut: Sarge, Simmons has issues with his father that he displaces on you.
Simmons: No Donut, that's why I punched Sarge in the face. I left the base because I wasn't fulfilling my undying need to please other people.
Sarge: Alright, enough! The next person who tells me about Simmons' feelings is getting court-martialled
Grif: Simmons likes to go in the bathroom and cry while he punches the mirror... Well, I'll go pack my bags. Nice working with you guys. Good luck with the Blues. It's been real.
I KNOW! I thought it wa plain epic. And you got the ending, right? They can't do anything to the director, cuz he was basically hurting HIMSELF!
Voice on Radio: Hello?! Come in, Command! Do you read, Command? Why isn't anyone answering?!
Grif: Uh what should I say?
Simmons: Who the f*** cares, just get rid of him.
Grif: Uh hello this is Command. Go ahead.
Voice on Radio: Finally! Hey, this is a distress call. We need help down here, ASAP. Mayday and all that s***!
Grif: Oh yeah, sorry dude but there's no one here to take your call right now.
Voice on Radio: WHAT!
Grif:...Can I take a message?
Voice on Radio: Dude, that's bulls***. You guys suck!
Grif:...Is that the message?
Voice on Radio: No that's not the message, a**hole! Tell them we found what we're looking for and it's under the sand.
Simmons: What the hell is he talking about?
Grif: Who the f*** knows (Over radio) Under...Sand...Uh okay I got it. As soon as they get back, I'll be sure to grab one of them and uh slip it to them.
Voice on Radio: Yeah slip it to them, bow chicka bow wow!
Grif:...Uh what did you just say?
Voice on Radio: (Explosions are heard in background) Oh s***, gotta go.(Static)
Grif: Was that who I think it was?
Caboose: Hey, did someone just say something?