Fade in to the Blues
Tucker: You're trying to tell us that this bomb can talk.
Caboose: I'm not telling you that, he's telling you that.
Andy: Yeah, and I'm standing right here. You can talk to me.
Tucker: If you could talk this whole time, then why didn't you just... wait, why'm I talking to a bomb? I'm not doing this.
Samantha: this is so fucking stupid talking to an inanimate object.
Andy: who you calling inanimate.What, am I not good enough to talk to? Who do you think you are, some kind of "too good to talk to a bomb" type?
Church: Maybe it's a good idea not to piss off the explosive device.
Tex: I agree.
Church: I wasn't talking about you Tex.
Samantha: both are just a short tempered
Tex: Hey, why don't both of you suck my-
Tucker: Did Gary say anything about the bomb being able to talk?
Church: Uh, just that this whole place is going to be destroyed by us, and that Andy here is probably the thing that does it.
Tucker: Oh. That's not good.
Andy: I don't think so. Bunch of shisnos if ya ask me. And no one did ask me which I find insulting!
Samantha: I don't think many care about your opinion.
Andy: hey! Up yours you bitch!
Church: Alright, alright, calm down Andy, calm down.
Andy: Don't tell me to calm down, I am calm!
Church: Caboose, calm this thing down before it has a meltdown.
Andy: (under Church) Look at me! I'm calm!
Samantha: you know saying calm down to some people actual usual makes them more mad.
Caboose: Andy, everyone here is your friend. And no one wants to hurt you.
Andy: Yeah right.
Caboose: Come on Andy, think of a happy place. Now what makes you happy?
Andy: Being in the middle of a huge explosion!
Church: Less happy place Caboose, less happy place!
Samantha: dying to a sentient bomb not how I thought I would die
Tucker: how did you think you would die?
Samantha: stray bullet in a firefight, uhhh a sniper when out on patrol.
Caboose: Ah u... think calming thoughts, uh... let's count backwards from ten! Ten, nine, eight-
Tex and Tucker: NO!
Church: (at the same time) Duck!
With the Reds, Simmons in the Warthog and Grif next to it
Simmons: Okay. I'm ninety-five percent certain that the distress signal is coming from that way.
Sarge: Excellent work Simmons. Alright men... and Grif. Let's get ready to roll.
Grif: Only ninety-five percent certain?
Simmons: Grif, if there's one thing that I've learned in working with you, it's that there's always margin for error.
Sarge: Excellent comeback Simmons. That's a burn.
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