Sarge: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.
Simmons: I did. I broke it...
Sarge: No. No, you didn’t. Tucker.
Tucker: Don’t look at me. Look at Grif.
Grif: What?! I didn’t break it.
Tucker: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Grif: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
Tucker: Suspicious.
Grif: No, it’s not!
Church: If it matters, probably not... Donut was the last one to use it.
Donut: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Church: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Donut: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Church!
Simmons: Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Sarge.
Sarge: No. Who broke it?
Donut, whispering: Sarge, Doc's been awfully quiet…
Doc: Really?!
Donut: Yeah, really!
...
Sarge: I broke it. Caboose burned his hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
