"What's wrong with you, drama queen?"
"Get up, princess! Come on!"
"Typical"
"Shut up. Shut up."
"Oh, this gon' be sweet. He hates the man."
"You go mess with him and see what happens!"
"Chicken!"
"Kentucky Fried Chicken!"
"You look like Colonel Sanders, actually."
"Yo, Saunders, ever been in a department run by some kind of Donald Trump/Mike Tyson mutant combo?"
"Nothing, sir."
"If you did, it was only in reference to the fact the you both project great physical intensity, sir."
"I got something, sir, on my camera."
"I don't know."
"Is this some kind of exercise?"
"You ever seen anything like this?"
"Weird, man."
"Real bad idea, Lieutenant."
"Lieutenant, get up."
"Lieutenant."
"Come on, you with me?"
"Come on, squared away?"
"What the hell is that?"
"Ahhhhhhh!"
"Ahhhhhhh!"
"What happened?"
"What?"
"Who's in charge?"
"Fire control's offline. I need three minutes."
"(Heavy sigh)"
"My dad said they'd come. Said it my whole life. He said one day we'd find them, or they'd find us. Know what else he said? He said, I hope I ain't around when that day comes."
"No, sir!"
"Nothing, sir, nothing."
"Yo, hey!"
"Come on, come on, come on."
"Mahalo, motherfu—"
"What the hell is that?"
"Sir."
"Roger, Echo 1-1."
"Box 24. Ready to fire."
"India 3-7, locked."
"Sir, we're hot over here. We're good to go, let's light 'em up."
"Tango 1-9, loaded."
"Whiskey 2-5."
"Negative, sir, it's moving all over the place. I can't get a line on it."
"Sucker's really jumping around."
"40 minutes sir."
"Contact is seven minutes out and closing fast."
"Contact two miles out."
"Contact ETA 21 seconds."
"Boom."
"Yeah!"
"Get up!"
"Let's go!"
"Go, go, go!"
"Yes, sir."
"Oh yes sir."
"Awesome."
"Sir, we'll be in weapons range in five minutes."
"Aimed at target."
"Sir, that's the wrong direction!"
"Sir."
"Coordinates."
"Elevation."
"Come on, take the picture, Beast."
"Navy!"
"Come on, Hopper!"
"Look dapper!"
