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Sgt. Oddball
[Sgt. Oddball sees that the bridge he wants to cross is intact and is pleased with himself]
Sgt. Oddball: “Still up !”
[a plane flies over the bridge and bombs it… direct hit !]
Sgt. Oddball: “No it ain’t. You see what sending out them energy waves did, Moriarty ?”
Moriarty: “That ain’t my fault, Oddball. I’ve had nothing but good thoughts about that bridge ever since we left !”
Other guy: “What happens now ?”
Sgt. Oddball: “It looks like we’re gonna find ourselves another bridge.”
Moriarty: “Where are we going to come up with another bridge ?”
Sgt. Oddball: “There you go, more negative waves ! Have a little faith, baby… Have a little faith.”
Bellamy: “You’re behind enemy lines.”
Sgt. Oddball: “So they tell me. Everybody round here is very friendly. Look, baby, I’m kinda hung up. I need sixty feet of bridge.”
Bellamy: “Hey, kid, they haven’t got you in the nut ward again ?”
Sgt. Oddball: “Ah, Bellamy, for cryin’ out loud… That’s the the stinking, most awful, stupid joke… and you’re always pullin’ that stinking awful stupid joke. You don’t want in this thing… you don’t get in this thing… I cut you out of everything… I don’t need you. Sixty feet of bridge I can get almost anywhere, Schmuck !”
Crapgame: “Hey, Oddball, this is your moment of glory. And you’re chickening out !”
Sgt. Oddball: “To a New Yorker like you a hero is some type of weird sandwich, not some nut who takes on three Tigers.”
Sgt. Oddball: “Why don’t you knock it off with them negative waves ? Why don’t you dig how beautiful it is out here ? Why don’t you say something righteous and hopeful for a change ?”
Moriarty: “Cr*p !”
Sgt. Oddball: “Hi, man.”
Big Joe: “What are you doing ?”
Sgt. Oddball: “I’m drinking wine and eating cheese and catching some rays, you know…”
Big Joe: “What’s happening ?”
Sgt. Oddball: “Well, the tank’s broke and they’re trying to fix it.”
Big Joe: “Well, then, why the hell aren’t you up there helping them ?”
Sgt. Oddball: [chuckles] “I only ride ’em, I don’t know what makes ’em work.”
Big Joe: “Christ !”
Sgt. Oddball: “Definitely an antisocial type. Woof, woof, woof ! That’s my other dog imitation.”
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