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got an alternative. Let's get in that old whirlybird there, find us an
island some place, |
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get juiced up,
and spend what time we got left soakin'
up some sunshine. |
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SARAH: |
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Maybe if we tried working together we
could ease some of the tensions. We're all pulling
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JOHN: |
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That's the trouble with the world,
Sarah darlin'. People got different ideas concernin'
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what they want out of life. |
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DR. LOGAN: |
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Apparently he was in the military!
Return the salute! See what he does! |
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RHODES: |
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You want me to salute that pile of
walking pus? Salute my ass! |
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DR. LOGAN: |
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Bub's been responding so well lately, I
let 'em live. Well, Is he alive or dead? Well, that's |
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the question these days,
isn't it? Well let's say that I let him continue to exist.
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JOHN: |
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Shame on you. There's plenty to do, plenty
to do. So as long as there's you and me and |
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maybe some other people we could start
over, start fresh. Get some babies, and teach |
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'em Sarah,
teach 'em never to come over here and dig these records out. |
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JOHN: |
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There are hundreds of 'em out there,
thousands, a million of them. You stick your head |
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in the sand, they're gonna come up behind you and bite off your ass. |
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JOHN: |
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We've been punished by the
Creator. He visited a curse on us, so we might get a look
at, |
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what hell was like. Maybe
he didn't want to see us blow ourselves up, and put a big hole |
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in
the sky. Maybe he just
wanted to show us he was still the boss man. Maybe he figure |
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we was getting to big for our
britches, trying to figure his shit out. |
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STEELE: |
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Come on you dick faces, here's a nice one hangin! |
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SARAH: |
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Yes Sir! Fuck you Sir! |
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MCDERMOTT: |
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Well whatta you know, we are heroes after all. What a
relief. |
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