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Enemies close!
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OK, let's do it - I wouldn't mind letting fly with a coupla knives..
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I shoulda listened to Mom.
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I can see one of those things.
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They look like....no, don't even think that...
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Ohh, NOT a nice way to go.
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I heard something there!
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They stink like haggis - you know - the Scottish national dish? Better watch it beasties, otherwise I'll can you and ship you to Scotland...
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This does not feel good.
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Every time I turn around I imagine I see one of these horrible monsters in my face.
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Hey, get me out of this...I'm at the wrong end of the food chain.
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What 's that?
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What is that?
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Time to get more lead.
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I need morphine...fast!
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That's a darn shame, Janno. I hardly knew you, but I always had a kinda good feeling when you were around...and you really liked the fine things in life too...damn...
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What was I doin?
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Even guns get scared...
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Dirty bastards! It's gettin' pretty hot for me here.
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Owww!
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Wow, hi there adrenalin! Hoo,they tell me you can get hooked on this stuff.
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I can't even see a target here...or am I supposed to be usin' heat-seekin' missiles?
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I'm losin' too much blood - and I didn't even pack my iron rations...
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I'm done...I'm gonna lie down for a while, ok?
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No air...
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Yeah!
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Argh! They stink even more when they burst.
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I can't be with that Red in the same fuckin? team...he's got tinned haggis in his pack - barf!
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This Numb guy is totally crazy! I think he drinks his own blood...yeah, I can just see him..slurping it up.
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This Meltdown reminds me of my Aunt Lucia. A female supernova.
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Sorry, Mike. It just wasn't your day.
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Not..nice...
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Cool it, Grace! Olive oil isn't fat...that's what my Aunt Lucia says, anyway.
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Waiting for next command.
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That..will.. not.. happen..!
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She mighta been a snake, but she did achieve a lot..for a woman.
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Ohh, my queasy stomach.
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I just can't stand guys like that. You know... the kind who complains at mealtimes and can't even open a ration pack himself?
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This is all so...depressing.
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I'm surrounded by crazies - heh, almost reminds me of home.
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Air attack!
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The gear could be a lot better - I'm not used to crud like this.
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These Scots are more macho than we Italians. Horrible...and the stuff they eat, yuch! Yeah, that's probably it... it's the slop they eat that does it!
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This is gettin' to be fun...
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From where I stand...not too cute.
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Well, didn't expect anythin' else...
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How can I possibly stand three days with that Red?..and what if he decides to stay on..and what if he's taken his stinkin' haggis with him as well?
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That dummy Numb...here? Nooo...I must've done somethin' real bad. Maybe when I beat up the last guy my mother chose as a marriage candidate for me?
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This Janno guy is ok. Reminds me of my little brother Alfredo.
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Let's take a raincheck...I want to see how things develop.
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Mamma Mia! Mike?
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Aah, right in the eyes...Madonna, I'm blind!
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I can see when something just won't work.
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Nice, the people here...
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Enemy presence!
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There's still a few of 'em left...don't get careless!
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What's this then?
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A real sweet weapon!
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That's him! Catch that boy! Be careful, tho'...he's just a child.
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We'll support you...depend on it.
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This sector has been neutralized.
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Do they think we're so dumb, huh? Aren't we supposed to notice that there's stuff missin'?
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Pity...there's not too many strong women around - shame she was led astray.
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A...er...wildcat!
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I'd call that a good day's work! Hey, I'll miss all this, you know...but maybe the next contract's waitin'...be good to be involved again.
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The enemy has retreated, it would seem. Pansies...
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I'm really beat...I can do more when I'm fresh.
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Aahh, that's better! Let's burn some lead!
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You took the words right out of my mouth.
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I seem to have a small problem..with..this..thing..
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That's one for the specialists...somebody's been playin' around here...
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What's that on the ground? Looks suspicious...
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I'm..going..down...
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Nooo thanks. What I found out about you is soooo negative, friend.
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There's a family reunion in Trenton next year - I wanna be there.
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Uhh no...I have to take care of my nephews.
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Sorry, I'm going on a further training course. Next time, don't wait until the very last minute before you decide to extend...
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Grace Girelli here. Please leave a message. Mamma, if it's you...yeah, I'm fine...and no..I have no time at the moment and I'm NOT interested in meeting any nice young man...Ti amo...Ciao!
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My contract's up...ok..time to leave.
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And ol' Hairy Horrible Haggis is on the team too, huh? He is?...that horrible Red crud? Thanks, in this case, I think I'll decline.
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That Numb has a couple of screws loose in his hard-to-find brain! He doesn't care if a mission turns into a horror trip...no, not our Numb! That's why he's here, he's makin' sure it WILL be a nightmare! No thankYOU.
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What do they all call her? Oh yeah, Meltdown. Have you ever actually sat down and maybe reasoned out how she got the name? I can tell you from experience, it fits. Don't even ASK me to join you.
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My contract's up...I'm interested, bello, if you are.
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OK. Understood and accepted.
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Very good...mission, here I come!
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Well, I have my doubts..but...is it true that Janno is working for you? Yeah? OK, you can count me in.
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I'm still workin' on gettin' over my bad experiences with you...
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I said...
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And just HOW do you expect me to pay my running costs? Nope, you can't afford me right now.
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I'm not used to this, but, ok...I'm gone.
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You know. I think bein' alive means a lot to me...if it didn't, I might stay.
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That Red extols the virtues of his Scottish stink food the whole day long, damn haggis! As soon as we have a free minute, he starts up about the ingredients. Noooo, that's way too much for my sensitive Italian soul.
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Nono, no kamikaze tactics thanks...when Numb's on a team, it just gets crazier'n'crazier. I don't care if he came up from the gutter...he probably didn't have it easy as a kid. But he...is...cra...zy!
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I get big red spots all over my skin when I hear that Meltdown's voice. I'm sure you understand...I can't stay...for my health's sake.
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My Mom would say '"Grace, are you-a crazy?"...and she'd probably be right in this case - but to be honest, I like working with Janno...so you got lucky. I'll stay.
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I say again...
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What, no cash? That's BAD if you're in the mercenary business.
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Grace Girelli here.
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Oh, by the way, I'm very good with knives...
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I'm gettin' pins'n'needles from waitin'...
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What kind of contract timeframe are we lookin' at here?
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When you have even a rough idea what you need, call me.
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I.. really.. cannot.. stand.. that Red...Scots pig. And he's so full of himself, he wouldn't even recognize the cold shoulder if it went up his ass! No way do I want to be in the same team as him!
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With all due respect, it doesn't do your reputation much good when you hire psychopaths with fists for brains.You DO know who I mean, huh? I'm talkin' about Numb. I can really do without crazies like him, thank you.
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Remember our contract will soon be expiring.
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I work constantly on my skills - and it pays off. I mean that literally, by the way...
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