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Is this page still active or no? Just curious.
Hello! This blog is stuck in limbo as I no longer have the time to run it, but I don't want to deactivate it.
~Mod
Newkirk: Wait, Carter knows how to drive a tank?
Carter: Yeah! It's like a big car!
Carter: Only there's no steering wheel, so it's easier!
Burkhalter: Well, Klink, I seem to have underestimated you.
Klink: Yes, well, maybe next time you will estimate me.
Newkirk: gotta love knitting needles. i can make a scarf. i can make a hat. i can stab your eyes out. i can make mittens
Kinch: what was that middle part?
Newkirk: i can make a hat
Hogan: I have a way, but itās going to be dangerous.
Lebeau: Like āeating a sandwich with toothpicks inā dangerous?
Hogan: Even more dangerous than that.
Carter: Like eating a bomb?
Hogan: In between.
Carter, nodding: Like eating a firecracker.
Hogan: Synchronize your watches.
Carter: I donāt know how to do that.
Lebeau: I donāt have a watch.
Kinch: Time is a construct.
I came here to do my nails and make out with Hogan, and Iām all out of nail polish.
Hilda
Kinch, watching Carter chug a glass of milk:
Carter: Want some?
Kinch: Nah, Iām lactose intolerant.
Carter: Oh, same.
Kinch: Whaā CARTER!
Klink: I know you snuck out last night, Newkirk.
Newkirk, internally: Play dumb!
Newkirk: Whoās Newkirk?
Newkirk, internally: Not that dumb!
New Year's
Hogan, raising his glass: I would like to offer a toast
Hogan: I cannot believe weāve already gone through another twelve months of absolute fuckery
Hogan: Cheers, boys
Kinch: Have the locators detected the outer edge of the attacking forces yet?
Carter: [looks at his panel] No. Yes! No... Maybe.
Kinch: Which is it, Carter?
Carter: [looks again] It's "Maybe."
I hit rock bottom that night. I mean I literally fell to the bottom of the tunnel entrance and hit a rock. I remember laying there thinking, āThereās probably a good reason why Iām down here.ā And then I remember thinking, 'I need morphine.ā
Carter, recalling falling into an exposed tunnel entrance
Hogan: So. Who broke it? Iām not mad. I just want to know.
Carter: I did. I broke it...
Hogan: No. No, you didnāt. Newkirk?
Newkirk: Donāt look at me. Look at Lebeau.
Lebeau: What?! I didnāt break it.
Newkirk: Huh. Thatās weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Lebeau: Because itās sitting right in front of us and itās broken!
Newkirk: Suspicious.
Lebeau: No itās not!
Kinch: If it matters, probably not... Olsen was the last one to use it.
Olsen: Liar! I donāt even drink that crap!
Kinch: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Olsen: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Kinch!
Carter: Alright let's not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Hogan.
Hogan: No. Who broke it?
Newkirk: [whispering] Hogan, Crittendon's been awfully quiet...
Crittendon: Really?!
Kinch: Yeah, really!
ā¦
Hogan: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.
Carter: Imagine being completely naked in front of a room full of people who speak a different language and all want to touch you.
Carter: Thatās a dogās life
Newkirk: Carter, please. Itās 1 am.
Klink: Hoganās been a lot more creative lately, donāt you think?
Schultz: I try not to.
I always tell my men, youāre either the tortoise or the hare, but honestly Crittendon? Somehow youāre neither.
Hogan to Crittendon, probably
LeBeau: ay Newkirk, I made you a cake!
Cake: *says āfuck youā in cursive with a heart*