| Gen. Beringer: |
Mr. McKittrick, after very careful consideration,
sir, I've come to the conclusion that your new defense system
sucks. |
| Mr. McKittrick: |
I don't have to take that, you pig-eyed sack
a sh**! |
| Gen. Beringer: |
Oh, I was hoping for something a little better
than that from you, a man of your education. |
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| Joshua: |
Greetings, professor Falken. |
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| Joshua: |
Shall we play a game? |
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| David L. Lightman: |
Is this a game, or is it real? |
| Joshua: |
What's the difference? |
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| Gen. Beringer: |
Get the I.C.B.M.'s in the bullpen warmed up
and ready to fly. |
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| David L. Lightman: |
What is the primary goal? |
| Joshua: |
To win the game. |
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| Dropkick: |
Skybird, this is Dropkick with a Red-Alpha
message in two parts. Break. Break. |
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| Jennifer K. Mack: |
You can't do that! |
| David L. Lightman: |
Already done. |
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| Joshua: |
Strange game--the only winning move is not
to play. |
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| Jennifer K. Mack: |
What is all that stuff? |
| David L. Lightman: |
I don't know. They're trajectory headings for
multiple impact reentry vehicles. |
| Jennifer K. Mack: |
What does that mean? |
| David L. Lightman: |
I don't know, but it's great! |
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| David L. Lightman: |
You don't care about death, because you're
already dead. |
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| Jennifer K. Mack: |
What's it doing? |
| David L. Lightman: |
It's learning. |
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| Mr. Lightman: |
This corn is raw! |
| Mrs. Lightman: |
I know, isn't it wonderful? It's so crisp. |
| Mr. Lightman: |
Of course it's "crisp," it's raw! |
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| Jim Sting: |
Remember you told me to tell you when you were
acting "rudely and insensitively"? Remember that? You're doing
it right now. |
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| Stephen Falken: |
Now, listen carefully: path: follow path; gate:
open gate, through gate, close gate. |
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| David L. Lightman: |
Games! |
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| Mr. Liggett: |
Alright Lightman, maybe you could tell us who
first suggested the idea of reproduction without sex. |
| David L. Lightman: |
Umm, your wife? |
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| Jim Sting: |
Mr. Potato Head! Back doors are not secrets! |
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