Red vs. Blue Quote
Sarge: Simmons, status report.
Simmons: Um, an enormous thing just fell out of the sky, and landed on Donut, sir.
Sarge: Are there any other injuries?
Simmons: No, sir!
Sarge: You sure?
Simmons: I think so.
Sarge: Are you sure? No one accidentally got shot in the face when someone else's shotgun just accidentally went off during the incredible distraction of a spaceship crash landing, purely by coincidence?
Simmons: Uh, I don't kno-
Sarge: No one orange?
Grif: Ugh, I'm fine.
Simmons: Sorry, sir.
Sarge: Oh, dehrh. [examines his shotgun] I really need to adjust the sights on this thing.
Simmons: What about Private Donut Sir, there's no way he survived that. Poor Donut, I'll miss him like a sister
Sarge: I'll miss him like, well, like someone I knew, but then I don't really want to reflect on how deep our relationship went.
Simmons: Wait a second, do you hear that? Sounds like tapping.
Grif: All I hear is you guys talking about your feelings for Donut. And I have to say, I'm not really comfortable with that.
Simmons: Listen, there it is again.
Sarge: You're absolutely right. That sounds like Morris Code.
Simmons: Um, excuse me sir. It's actually not Morris Code, it's Morse code, sir.
Sarge: Morse, haha, that sounds ridiculous, I don't think so.
Simmons: Yes. Morse is the person who developed an international code for communicating without audio, Morris was a television cat that sold cat food.
Sarge: And that cat was one of our finest military minds. Don't you see, that mean Donut is alive and trying to contact us.. Now, get to tappin'.
Simmons: Maybe we can lift the ship off him somehow.
Sarge:
Simmons: Um, an enormous thing just fell out of the sky, and landed on Donut, sir.
Sarge: Are there any other injuries?
Simmons: No, sir!
Sarge: You sure?
Simmons: I think so.
Sarge: Are you sure? No one accidentally got shot in the face when someone else's shotgun just accidentally went off during the incredible distraction of a spaceship crash landing, purely by coincidence?
Simmons: Uh, I don't kno-
Sarge: No one orange?
Grif: Ugh, I'm fine.
Simmons: Sorry, sir.
Sarge: Oh, dehrh. [examines his shotgun] I really need to adjust the sights on this thing.
Simmons: What about Private Donut Sir, there's no way he survived that. Poor Donut, I'll miss him like a sister
Sarge: I'll miss him like, well, like someone I knew, but then I don't really want to reflect on how deep our relationship went.
Simmons: Wait a second, do you hear that? Sounds like tapping.
Grif: All I hear is you guys talking about your feelings for Donut. And I have to say, I'm not really comfortable with that.
Simmons: Listen, there it is again.
Sarge: You're absolutely right. That sounds like Morris Code.
Simmons: Um, excuse me sir. It's actually not Morris Code, it's Morse code, sir.
Sarge: Morse, haha, that sounds ridiculous, I don't think so.
Simmons: Yes. Morse is the person who developed an international code for communicating without audio, Morris was a television cat that sold cat food.
Sarge: And that cat was one of our finest military minds. Don't you see, that mean Donut is alive and trying to contact us.. Now, get to tappin'.
Simmons: Maybe we can lift the ship off him somehow.
Sarge:
TV Show: Red vs. Blue
