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COBRA COMMANDER: I was betrayed! My troops lack courage! It was not my fault!
GOLOBULUS: You failed!
COBRA COMMANDER: No! Your precious creation Serpentor defiled your dreams of conquest! Destroy him I say! Destroy him!
Behold, the culmination of centuries!
The ultimate fruit of hypergenetic manipulation, a weapon no enemy can withstand! In several hours, these magnificent fungusoids will mature and launch hundreds of giant pods into orbit. The pods will contain spores, and the spores will degenerate all organisms they touch, mutating them into primitive, incompetent life forms.
When the pods ripen, they will burst...
and shower the earth with enough spores to reduce the entire human race into mindless beasts.
GOLOBULUS: Only those beneath Cobra-La's ice dome will be spared. But the pods will not ripen in freezing space, without energy and that is why I must have...
SERPENTOR: The Broadcast Energy Transmitter! Of course!
COBRA COMMANDER: Fool! You haven't got the B.E.T.! You don't even know where it is! Your plan is laughable!
GOLOBULUS: But your punishment will not be.
Punishment? What about my trial?
GOLOBULUS: It's over, and the verdict is guilty-guilty of the one unforgiveable crime: failure!
COBRA COMMANDER: No! No! Not the spores! I'm a citizen of Cobra-La! Not the spores! No! Nooo... ooo... ooo...
ZARANA: Ooh, how bizarre!
GOLOBULUS: Nemesis Enforcer, throw this worthless sewage into the Abyss of Oblivion.
put him in with the Joe prisoners, so they can see the fate which awaits them.
PYTHONA: I like that. It's poetic in its simplicity.
GOLOBULUS: A trifle melodramatic, but, Nemesis Enforcer, take him away.
WILD BILL: Yee-haw! There it is, Lift-Ticket! Sure don't look cozy down there!
LIFT-TICKET: I dont' think Falcon is supposed to enjoy himself, Wild Bill. Gung-Ho, Alpine, and Bazooka aren't exactly enjoyin' their hospital stay. Put it on, smart guy!
FALCON: What for? We're in the middle o' nowhere. whooo!
Which is right where you belong!
RED DOG: Look what dropped in on us, brothers: a hundred and seventy pounds of air pollution!
MERCER: I've seen putty with more backbone!
TAURUS: I do not like his face. Let us remove it, yes?
At ease, disease! I've been expecting you. My name is Sergeant Slaughter, special drill instructor for GI Joe.
FALCON: That's terrific, Sarge, but I'm tryin' to cut down on the chicken sweat just now, so if you'll excuse me...
SGT. SLAUGHTER: You're goin' nowhere, space case. You're here because you're an industrial-strength foul-up! My job is to whip you into shape, and I'm talkin' whip! There's only two ways outta my command: on your feet like a man, or in a itty bitty ditty bag! Got it?
FALCON: Yes, Sir!
SGT. SLAUGHTER: Thats better!
Now straighten up and meet the Renegades. They're not real dependable yet, but when I get through with them, what're you gonna be?
SGT. SLAUGHTER: That's right, perfect! Say hello to Mercer, ex-Cobra Viper who's seen the light. Red Dog, booted out of pro football for unnecessary roughness. And Taurus, a circus acrobat with a few loose bats in his big top.
FALCON: Uh, hi, guys.
SGT. SLAUGHTER: Okay, now that we're all close friends, let's head for the Slaughterhouse. Grab your gear and start hot-footing it. If you're gonna be there in time for breakfast, it's a long haul.
FALCON: You expect me to walk?
SHIPWRECK: Save my bones for Davy Jones!
He gives me chills.
QUICK KICK: What'd they do to him?
LADY JAYE: He looks... inhuman!
ROADBLOCK: Forget that, man, remember the plan! When the guards open the gates, we're gone. Now... Yo Joe! Let's go!
COBRA COMMANDER: Wait for me!
SERPENTOR: The world will soon be ours, great Golobulus!
GOLOBULUS: May your deeds match your words, Serpentor.
GUARD: The Joes are escaping!
SERPENTOR: We must destroy them!
GOLOBULUS: You will find Cobra-La is prepared to handle all contingencies, my impetuous friend.
QUICK KICK: This way out! Yo Joe!
COBRA COMMANDER: Stop! It's a trap!
ROADBLOCK: Get outta my face!
COBRA COMMANDER: No! Look!
PYTHONA: You see, Serpentor, there is no escape from Cobra-La.
ROADBLOCK: My buddies!
COBRA COMMANDER: There's nothing you can do to save them! Wait! I know another way out of Cobra-La. You can save yourself and fight again.
ROADBLOCK: So what's your fee? Snakes don't give for free.
COBRA COMMANDER: Take me with you!
ROADBLOCK: We got a bargain. But play it straight, or there's no doubt I'll turn your eyeballs inside-out.
COBRA COMMANDER: This way.
GOLOBULUS: Nemesis Enforcer, dispose of them.
COBRA COMMANDER: Don't look!
ROADBLOCK: My eyes! I can't see!
COBRA COMMANDER: I'll be your eyes! Run! Not that way! To the left! Now turn! No, straight ahead!
DESTRO: So begins the dawn of our invincibility.
SERPENTOR: Forward! Our mission is not complete until we return with the Broadcast Energy Transmitter!
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G.I. Joe The Movie part 1
2 world's energy crisis
3 will find out soon
4 get past him first
5 when the pods ripen
6 was once a man
7 do everything we can
8 time for lights out