Lt. Wolf: Two-five-two actual. Move it out. Six says we're jamming them up back there. Over.
Sgt. Barnes: Tell that dipshit to get unfucked.
Lt. Wolf: [to the radio] This is Two-Five, be advised. We're moving out shortly. Out.
Sgt. Barnes: [to Chris] What the hell's the matter with you, Taylor? You are one simple son of a bitch.