Motion to Adjourn
The firefight outside the Blue Base.
Scott: Covering Fire! Covering Fire!
Church: Okay, Barrus, Tucker, I need you to get up there, help Caboose and Jonathan shore up the defense, establish a suppressing fire, and hold that position until further notice.
Tucker: I didn't even know what half of that meant.
Barrus just stared quietly.
Church: Just go over to Caboose's rock, and fire your gun a bunch.
Barrus: Oh! Okay!
Barrus runs to the two idiots.
Tucker: That rock? Yeah, I don't think so.
Church: We do not have time to discuss this.
Tucker: Sure, no time for you to discuss it. You get to hang out here with Nancy No-Bullets shootin' the breeze. Meanwhile, I'm out there, running around, eating a machine gun sandwich.
Church: Tucker, we're gonna give you covering fire.
Tucker: Covering fire? Unless that means you're gonna build a huge, bullet-proof wall between me and them, I think you need to come up with a new plan. Preferably one that involves me keeping the same quantity of blood that I have right now.
Church: No problem. Oh wait wait, does the blood have to be in your body?
Meanwhile Cunningham, firing them with an SMG gets his helmet shot 8 times, creating a crack from the forehead to his left jaw of his helmet.
Cunningham: (Grunts) Goddammit! I need fire come on!
[REDS]
Fong: A toi, salopes!
[Have at thee, bitches!]
Wine: Is that French? I thought your a Canadian?
Grif: Simmmonns... I-I can'tt ffeeel my handdds.
Simmons: Maybe you should lay off the trigger, you dumbass.
[BLUE]
Church: Alright you, Doc, get over there and help Caboose!
DuFresne: My name isn't Doc, it's DuFresne.
Church: Yeah. I can't pronounce that, so from now on, your name is Doc.
Flores: Dios Mios!
DuFresne: I'm not really comfortable with that. I'm not a doctor, I'm a medic.
Tucker: What's the difference?
DuFresne: Well, a doctor cures people. A medic just makes them more comfortable.. while they die.
Tucker: Mental note: don't ever get shot.
Scott: Getting Shot! Getting Shot!
Church: It's settled then. Your name is now Doc.
Doc: Alright, but I don't think it'll stick.
[DuFresne = Doc]
Cunningham: I think it already did.
Tucker: Dude! I think you need a new helmet?
Cunningham's gets shot again taking partial amount of chunk of his helmet revealing his brown wavy hair.
Scott: Oh Shit!
Cunningham: Goddammit!
Church: (To Doc) trust us, it'll stick. Now get over to Caboose, and help him hold that position.
Doc: I don't have a gun, I'm a pacifist.
Church: Well then just get over there and yell "bang bang bang".
Doc: Eh, I don't know. Even that sounds pretty aggressive.
Tucker: Oh, come on.
Doc: Besides, I'm not supposed to get involved unless someone gets hurt.
Church: Huh. I see.
Church raises his rifle at Caboose and Jonathan, firing at them.
Caboose: Ahow! My foot...
Delirious: Ah My Ass! I Got Shot I Got Shot! I need backup!
Nagle: Oh Caboose! I'm coming!
Nagle runs in the opposite direction.
Barrus: Woah! Friendly! Friendly!
Church aims his rifle and shoots Barrus in the hips.
Barrus: Ah! Friendlyyyyy!
Church: Well, looks like Barrus, Caboose and Jon has hurt themselves. Maybe you should get over there and help him, Doc.
Doc: You know, you could have just asked nicely.
[REDS]
Simmons: Ah crap, I'm out. Give me some ammunition, War-Hog.
Grif: Me? I don't have any extra. I'm down to one bullet.
Simmons: Wha- How can that be? You're the one who carries all the extra rounds in to battle.
Grif: Wait, since when?
Simmons: Since the last staff meeting.
Grif: We actually talk about stuff in those things? I just fall asleep inside my helmet.
Patterson: Oh My God!
Simmons: Well at least Hanby's machine gun still works.
Suddenly Hanby's machine gun turret explodes right in front of his face.
Hanby: Ah Fuck! god DAMMIT! (pulls out a MK50 Sidekick and fires) How'd Ya like that?! Huh?! (the MK50 Sidekick stops firing, looks at it in disbelief) Oh you have got to be kidding me.
Simmons: Shit.
Grif: What's your job?
Simmons: Me? I'm the Social Chairman.
Grif: What about Fong?
Simmons: Structural Maintenance.
Grif: Well That's ironic... Patterson?
Patterson: Cook.
Grif: You can cook!? huh... Wine?
Wine: Supply Officer!
Grif: Wait if your the Supply Officer, then why wouldn't you carry the rounds!
Wine: Because Sarge said you'd do it!
[DOC, BARRUS, JONATHAN AND CABOOSE]
Doc: I'm here you guys, where're you hit?
Caboose: Ah, ow, ow, ow, my foot, my foot!
Jonathan: Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow.
Doc: The left foot?
Barrus: Agh, my hips... Why'd have to shoot me in the hips
Caboose: Ah, left. Let's see, that makes an L with this thumb and... (Nagle throws a potato on his head) Ow.
Nagle: oops, sorry.
Doc: Thank you Nagle, that's very helpful. I'm just gonna assume it's the bleeding one.
Nagle: I am here with potatoes! This would make you feel better!
Caboose: Yeah, the red one. Aeh. I can't believe Church shot me.
Church: Oh don't even start, Caboose! (echoing)
Doc: Anything else?
Jonathan: Ow.
Caboose: Uh, well wha?
Doc: You have a bullet wound in the foot. Is anything else wrong?
Caboose: Uh... Oh, I got one. Uh, well, sometimes when I fall asleep at night I think about my parents having sex, and I get really really mad for some reason.
Doc: …Okay I'm just gonna start with the foot. And after that its Jonathan.
Caboose: Okay.
Jonathan: Why did he have to shoot me in the ass?
[OTHER BLUES]
Tucker: Hey dude, why aren't the Reds firing?
Church: I don't know, maybe they're outta ammo.
Cunningham: (on the background while also on radio) Hey Vic... Yeah? Alright... Okay... Look Listen I need a new Helmet... Mines broke as fuck... Two days? Okay... Cant wait for it. (Helmet's get shot again) Ph Come On!
Sarge: Hey, Blues! We are giving you a chance to surrender!
Church: Surrender?
Barrus: I'm in- What?
Guess who's back? Back again? I am Back! Back Again, Tell a friend!
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back.
Its a me a MARIO!