Blain:
Bunch of slack-jawed f*****s around here. This stuff will make you a god damned sexual Tyrannosaurus, just like me.
Poncho:
[holds up his grenade launcher] Yeah, strap this on your "sore ass", Blain.
Actually there are loads of quotations that should be on t-shirts:
Sergeant Mac Eliot:
You're ghostin' us, motherfucker. I don't care who you are back in the
world, you give away our position one more time, I'll bleed ya, real
quiet. Leave ya here. Got that?
Poncho:
You're bleeding, man. You're hit.
Blain: I ain't got time to bleed.
Poncho: [Confused] Oh... Okay...
Poncho: [Poncho shoots a bunch of grenades up to the top of the cliff] You got time to duck?
Blain: I ain't got time to bleed.
Poncho: [Confused] Oh... Okay...
Poncho: [Poncho shoots a bunch of grenades up to the top of the cliff] You got time to duck?
[after knocking a door down]
Dutch: Knock-knock.
Dutch: Knock-knock.
No comments:
Post a Comment