I Have Glorious Calves And A Miserable Fcking Life

wash and carolina at pride what will they do

Simmons didn’t even let him kill it

“That’s right, dead man.”

“A walrus.” “Didn’t I just tell you to stop making up animals?”

“I could blow up the whole goddamn world with this thing.”

“I just want to say, for the record: rocks aren’t people.”

“I just want you to know… I always hated you. I always hated you the most.”

“Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, running, running, running!”

“What do you want from me, a poem?”

“Tell you what, Grif. I’m a fair man. I’ll give you a ten-second head start before I let Lopez here do anything he wants to you.”

“Red Base. Kill everybody. Get the flag back.”

“Like a blue spider? Get it off!”

“I think switching Tex for Church was a good trade.”

“Could you put that in a memo and title it Shit I Already Know?”

“Distraction… that sounds a lot like decoy.”

“Permission to speak freely, sir? That’s really fucking gross.”

“Oh, we’re gonna be best friends.”

“Hello, dirtbags. And a fine hello to you, madam.”

“Wait a second. Lopez is a robot?”

“Ah—ah—ahahahaha! Don’t make me mad.”

“Well, if you don’t appreciate it, I could just kill you right now.”

“I’m from Iowa!” “NOBODY CARES.”

“That was a stirring eulogy.”

“I think you are a mean ghost.”

“No. I never, ever wonder why we’re here. Semper Fi, bitch.”

“UN TANQUE GRANDE!”

“Man, that girl’s got a really good arm.”