Red vs. Blue: Reconstruction2008

Pvt. Dick Simmons:
The other Freelancers never gave orders, they just offered to trade favors.

Agent Washington:
Okay, then let's bargain. What do you want?

Sgt. Dexter Grif:
[conferencing] Three words guys:...

Sarge:
New base...

Sgt. Dexter Grif:
...gold-plated vagina.

Pvt. Dick Simmons:
Shut up.

Sarge:
Lasers.

Pvt. Dick Simmons:
Always with that.

Sgt. Dexter Grif:
Nudie mags.

Sarge:
Robots and lasers. Lasers, and robots.

Sgt. Dexter Grif:
Milkshake.

Sarge:
All right, we talked about it, and we figured out what we want.

Agent Washington:
All right, let's have it.

Sarge:
We want you to demote Grif.

Agent Washington:
Done.

Pvt. Dexter Grif:
*What?*

Pvt. Dick Simmons:
Another wasted opportunity.

Agent Washington:
Congratulations. You are now *Private* Grif again.

Sarge:
Got anything lower?

Agent Washington:
Private, *Junior* Grif?

Sarge:
I was thinkin' something with an insulting adjective, or... maybe a demeaning adverb...

Agent Washington:
How about Minor *Junior* Private Grif, negative first class?

Sarge:
Heh heh, I like the way you think.

Mnr. Jr. Pvt. Dexter Grif, -1st Class:
You realize you just doomed us to certain death just so you could insult me, right?

Sarge:
Hey, if we do get killed at least we'll go out on a high note. Well, everybody but you. That's to be expected; you haven't had a high note in five years! Why break the goddamn streak?