Major Charper: Drop One to Pranger! Enemy tanks are down, repeat, enemy tanks are down.
Major Charper: You have wounded on the tarmac. I'll try to keep the house guns busy.
Steakly: Steakly here, sir. Our paycheck got. . . um. . . shot by a tank.
Captain Tagon: Kevyn, you idiot.
Colonel Pranger: Cover us. We're coming outside.
Captain Tagon: His head is fine, and that means his brain is okay. We can save him.
Colonel Pranger: If that's the brain he was using when he threw his epaulet at a tank, I'm not so sure it's okay.