Red vs. Blue Quote
Tex: Alright, bomb, we need to talk.
Andy: Heh hehhh heh heh heh, talk about what, Butch? Workin' on cars, and pickin' up chicks?
Tex: Excuse me, is that any way to talk to a lady?
Andy: A lady? Who're you kiddin'? I bet you got more balls than a roman candle.
Tex: (sighing) I knew this was a bad idea.
Andy: Hey, Tex, why you got black armor? Couldn't find any in flannel?
Tex: Listen jackass--
Andy: (laughing hysterically) Flannel!
Tex: I put you together, I can take you apart.
Andy: (stops laughing) Hey...whaddaya mean?
Tex: Bombs come with remote detonators, dumbass. And any time I want, I can just hit a button and you're just a memory. A very annoying, very insulting memory, but nonetheless a memory.
Andy: I think you're bluffin'. (under breath) ...Dyke.
Tex: Okay, strike two.
Andy: Alright. Whaddaya want?
Tex: Well, when I built you, I used parts from an old protocol robot.
Andy: Yeah sure, and you also used parts from some of your more personal devices.
Tex: Whoa--okay. Can you use those protocol parts and translate what this alien thing is saying?
Andy: Of course! But what's in it for me?
Tex: Let's put it this way: you don't push my buttons, and I don't push yours.
Andy: Alright, fine. But I'm not translating any of that touchy-feely crap!
Tex: Deal. Come on. [She starts to walk off.] Well, are you coming?
Andy: What am I gonna do, roll there? Pick me up, ya dumb bitch!
Tex: (exasperatedly) Great, I can tell this is starting off well.
Andy: Hey, Tex. I bet you haven't had your hands on a ball this big since your morning scratch! Ahahahahaheh, ahehahe- [Tex
Andy: Heh hehhh heh heh heh, talk about what, Butch? Workin' on cars, and pickin' up chicks?
Tex: Excuse me, is that any way to talk to a lady?
Andy: A lady? Who're you kiddin'? I bet you got more balls than a roman candle.
Tex: (sighing) I knew this was a bad idea.
Andy: Hey, Tex, why you got black armor? Couldn't find any in flannel?
Tex: Listen jackass--
Andy: (laughing hysterically) Flannel!
Tex: I put you together, I can take you apart.
Andy: (stops laughing) Hey...whaddaya mean?
Tex: Bombs come with remote detonators, dumbass. And any time I want, I can just hit a button and you're just a memory. A very annoying, very insulting memory, but nonetheless a memory.
Andy: I think you're bluffin'. (under breath) ...Dyke.
Tex: Okay, strike two.
Andy: Alright. Whaddaya want?
Tex: Well, when I built you, I used parts from an old protocol robot.
Andy: Yeah sure, and you also used parts from some of your more personal devices.
Tex: Whoa--okay. Can you use those protocol parts and translate what this alien thing is saying?
Andy: Of course! But what's in it for me?
Tex: Let's put it this way: you don't push my buttons, and I don't push yours.
Andy: Alright, fine. But I'm not translating any of that touchy-feely crap!
Tex: Deal. Come on. [She starts to walk off.] Well, are you coming?
Andy: What am I gonna do, roll there? Pick me up, ya dumb bitch!
Tex: (exasperatedly) Great, I can tell this is starting off well.
Andy: Hey, Tex. I bet you haven't had your hands on a ball this big since your morning scratch! Ahahahahaheh, ahehahe- [Tex
TV Show: Red vs. Blue
