I'm out of ammo. How about you?
It was my last match a few minutes ago. Right now throwing rocks seems like a good idea.
That's not a bad idea actually. Let me see if I can find one. Easy kid, stay down. What? Did you say? I said stay down.
No, no, before that. You called me a kid didn't you? Well I'm sorry sir. Didn't realize your feelings were more important than keeping your head on your shoulders.
Well I just want to clarify that I am not a kid.
It could have pulled me a little smooth baby face. Excuse me? Well that's the case. Then you are the old man.
Do you still see them? Barely. It's not a good shot. Let's do it in a minute.
Forty. Where do you get that number from? Oh please. You know way too many outdated references to be any younger than that.
Hey, there's nothing outdated about those classics. They must be waiting us out. I wonder what they're doing. Oh what? This? A gray hair?
Do you see any hair on this head? Don't answer that. You think we should call it in? No, I mean they gotta move eventually.
I think we should call it in. Fine. Dace, I need a more strike at grade three two. Delta, Romeo, Echo, and Charlie.
That'll clear them out. You're what? Twenty-two? Maybe twenty-one fresh out of the academy? Well ninety-one day yourself?
You hear that? It's on a close. Yeah, it's mortar fire and going on all day. You know what else has been going on all day? You calling me a kid.
Oh come on. Sergeant, I have enough of these dangerous assertions and I'm ending them right here.
Oh, this has got interesting. You have a load-aid gun and you didn't use this five minutes ago when it would have helped?
What? Run! Yes. Well, I'm sorry. I knew this whole being a leader thing. I wanted to be a tank driver.
Well, I wanted you to be a tank driver too. Because maybe I wouldn't be stuck in this predicament with little baby-faced lieutenant like you.
I'm sorry, a little baby-faced lieutenant like you. Sir.
It's getting closer. We better get out of here, sir. But once, we agree on something.
I can't get a clear shot. I can't make it. Do you think they noticed the mortar strike? No. They didn't notice the mortar strike. What are we going to do now?
I don't know, bro. Alright, I've got no idea. Bro? Really? That's it. You have called me that a thousand times today and I've told you I don't like it.
You know what? I haven't worked my way up in the military just like anybody else. And I do not have to deal with your crap, mister.
Okay. Just cut it out, man. Seriously.
Oh, I get it. It's that time of the month again.
Excuse me?
No. That time of the month.
Sir, do you value your life?
Sir, you're right in chauvinist pig. I have done dealing with your crap. And now no other woman will have to deal with it either. Now get up and face me, darn it.
Come on, bro. Face me like a woman. Let's go!
