Grif: No way this bluff is going to work.
Sarge: Put a cork in it, Fast Eddie.
There's positively no way they know we're outta ammo.
Church: Yeah, they're definitely outta ammo.
What're your terms?!
Tucker: Their what?
Grif: Our what?
Simmons: I can't believe this is actually working.
See if you can get Lopez back, Sarge.
Grif: Oh, yeah! 'Cause then he can fix the Warthog.
Donut: Ooh, ooh, Sarge! Tell them we want the flag.
Grif: Yeah, and some cake!
Donut: Ooh... Wait, wait, Sarge, just the cake.
Sarge: Alright, Blues!
First off!
We want your flag-
Simmons: Wait, wait, wait just a second.
The last time we got the flag, the chick in the black armor showed up.
Sarge: -to stay right where it is!
Keep the flag!
But we do want our mechanized droid guy back!
Church: Uh oh.
Sarge: You may know him as Señor El Roboto!
Tucker: Well, Church, what's it gonna be?
Church: Chingado! No way. I'm not giving back my body. I just got this thing.
Sarge: And don't think you can keep his nuts!
Or bolts, or other mechanical parts you may have!
Church: Uh...
Uh, he's not here any more!
Tucker: Yeah, he left! He was all like "Sayonara!" and then he just took off!
Church: That's not Spanish, you idiot. That's French.
Let's try this.
Hey, Reds!
How about a medic?
Would you take a medic as a hostage?
Doc: A hostage? But I'm supposed to go over there.
Simmons: Yeah. That sounds pretty good to me.
Grif: I don't know, I think we can hold out for more.
Simmons: We don't have any bullets, dumbass.
Grif: Oh, right. Take the medic. The medic's a good deal.
Church: Hey, Doc. How's the patient?
Doc: Doing well. He seems very alert and responsive.
Tucker: He's talking about Caboose, right?
Church: No, I mean his toe. How's the toe I shot?
Doc: What, that thing? That fell off like half an hour ago.
Caboose: Rest in peace, pinkie toe.
[deep voice] You shall be avenged!
Doc: [sighs] Tell you what. Go ahead and send me over.
I really don't think I can be any more help.
Church: Okay! We're gonna send over our medic!
Now what do we get?
Simmons: You? You're surrendering!
You don't get anything except humiliation and ridicule!
Tucker: We've already got that! What else do you have?!
Sarge: What do you want?!
Church: How about if you admit that the Red Team sucks?!
[inaudible conversation]
Sarge: What if we admit that one of us sucks?
Grif: NICE!
Wait, you mean Donut, right?
Church: Okay, then! We agree to the terms?
You first, and then we send over the medic!
Sarge: Get on with it, Grif.
Grif: [groans]
I would just like to let everyone know
that I suck!
Church: And?
Grif: And that I'm a girl.
Church: What else?
Grif: And I like ribbons in my hair.
And I want to kiss all the boys.
Sarge: This may be the best surrender of all time.
Simmons: Okay, is that good enough?
Church: Yeah!
Alright, go ahead, Doc.
Grif: Man, I really hope you're worth this.
Doc: Can I ask you a question?
Do they put something in the water here?
Grif: Water? We ran out of water six months ago.
Doc: No water? Then what do you drink?
Grif: Uh, you know, ketchup, uh, soy sauce.
Gravy.
The usual.
Sarge: I only drink the blood of my enemies.
And occasionally a strawberry Yoo-hoo.
Caboose: Where am I...?
Oh, well that looks nice!
Oh my God! A giant person!