NARRATOR: The score... Good Guys, 2. Bad Guys, 0.
SHEP: You okay, General?
KARL: Just fine, son. It's not the first time I've been tackled by a hundred and fifty kilos of human shield.
NICK: Rev, didja stake that guy ta th' wall on purpose?
THEO: It's called mercy, Nick. My guy is more alive than yours is.
BANGER GRUNT: Mercy!? You stuck me right through my throbbin' eye.
THEO: The grace of God knows no bounds, but my mercy has some practical limitations.
THEO: Sorry for the mess, General. We came to talk to you, and Shep here suspected that if we didn't talk now, you'd be indisposed to talk later.
KARL: A Louie who knows how to listen to the enlisted men... Did you learn that from my boy?
THEO: I... um... Sir, we're here with bad news.
KARL: I heard it already. Winky there says my son assassinated his colonel, and then died trying to escape.
THEO: I don't know the whole story yet myself. I'm here to invite you to the funeral.
NICK: WAITTAMINNIT... You saying this guy's wit' th' outfit what killed the Captain?
THEO AND KARL: *in unison* Uh-oh.
NICK: *shouting* IT'S PAYBACK TIME, ONE-EYE.
THEO: Stand down, Corporal.
NICK: Make me. This little weasel is gonna
NICK: Eep?
THEO (offpanel): He's going to get picked up by the police, and when his boss bails him out he will relay a message. But he has to be alive to do that.
KARL: Heh. Your Louie knows how to make a point, son.