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COBRA COMMANDER: Useless! All useless!
ROADBLOCK: C'mon! Snap out of it! Neither of us will make it if you don't hang together!
COBRA COMMANDER: I was once a man! A man!
ROADBLOCK: I can't see, but I can still... hey,
this is your faceplate.
Was my mask, just as I was once a man!
ROADBLOCK: I don't like that crazy sound. Tell me, dude, what's goin' down?
COBRA COMMANDER: The beginning of the end of human civilization, unless you warn G. I. Joe in time.
ROADBLOCK: Then let's move it!
COBRA COMMANDER: Straight ahead, a mountain path! That's it! Faster! Faster!
SGT. SLAUGHTER: Sorry you missed breakfast, Falcon, but that's what happens when you're outta shape. Maybe a little K.P.'ll help you get the lead out. Jump, yardbird! You're going to work till you wish you were dead, and then keep goin', 'cause you're afraid if you don't, I won't let you die!
SGT. SLAUGHTER: I can't believe Flint hasn't found a trace of Roadblock's unit.
DUKE: The Himalayas are a big hunk of geography, Sergeant, but
we can't wait any longer.
I want you to infiltrate the Terror Drome and see if Cobra knows what happened to Roadblock's men. Uh, how's Falcon doing?
SGT. SLAUGHTER: I'm lookin' at him. It's too soon to tell yet, but
I think the kid's got potential
And by the way, I won't tell him you asked.
RED DOG: Dinner already?
SGT. SLAUGHTER: Unless you like snakeburgers. We're gonna infiltrate the Terror Drome on Cobra Island.
MERCER: That's suicide!
TAURUS: Yes. Horoscope say is bad day to travel.
SGT. SLAUGHTER: Think of it as an extra-rough training exercise.
FALCON: Training, huh? Then why don't we leave our weapons behind and make it really educational?
SGT. SLAUGHTER: Now that's what I call a challenge. No weapons! Let's move out!
DIAL-TONE: Cobra will never think of looking for the B.E.T. in a civilian security lab.
LIFELINE: Let's hope not.
DIAL-TONE: Anyway, it'll be safer here until our missing buddies return.
SGT. SLAUGHTER: Mercer, you know the layout. How do we get in?
MERCER: In this stinking swamp, even big, bad Cobras need
air conditioning. That's our ticket in.
The real men can go in. The cowards can stay out here. Central control is that way.
SERPENTOR: The Baroness has located the Broadcast Energy Transmitter. The Joes can't stop us from capturing it now. They're off balance and undermanned. Strato-Vipers,
when the battle is won, to you shall go the honor of flying
the transmitter back to Cobra-La!
STRATO-VIPERS: Hail, Serpentor! Hail, Cobra! Hail, victory!
RED DOG: You're not fillin' your brothers in, Mercer. What's Cobra-La?
MERCER: I never heard of it.
TAURUS: That answer gives me no comfort.
SGT. SLAUGHTER: Pipe down. I believe him. Right now we gotta warn headquarters. Falcon, can you get the word out?
FALCON: No sweat.
SGT. SLAUGHTER: Then do it. We'll blow up their armory, and rattle reptile from here to Cobra-La.
JOES: Yo Joe! Yo Joe!
STRATO-VIPERS: Come on!
FALCON: Come in, G. I. Joe. Acknowledge.
SGT. SLAUGHTER: If they keep shootin', we all blow up!
FALCON: Come in, G. I. Joe! Acknowledge!
SGT. SLAUGHTER: Come on, lets go'in. Yo Joe! It's time to go bye-bye, or boom-boom! Where's Falcon?
RED DOG: Who cares? We don't need!
It's time you learned we're a team,
Red Dog. We all go home or nobody goes home!
JOES: Yo Joe!
SERPENTOR: How many in your force? What is the purpose of your mission?
You can't resist forever!
FALCON: You're right. All I gotta do is hold out for five... more... minutes.
SERPENTOR: Insolent fool! If you won't answer me, you can answer Nemesis Enforcer!
FALCON: Yo Joe!
SGT. SLAUGHTER: When I'm through with you, scuz-bucket, they're gonna scrape you off the walls with a squeegee.
SERPENTOR: Nemesis Enforcer! Finish him off, we have work to do! Ahh! Nemesis Enforcer! Help me!
FALCON: You, you came back for me.
SGT. SLAUGHTER: Don't get sloppy. Just point me at that overgrown bat.
FALCON: No time for rematch! Remember bomb! Must hurry!
SGT. SLAUGHTER: Let's get outta here!
TAURUS: Cobra is finished, yes?
SGT. SLAUGHTER: Don't bet your beard on it.
I want their heads! This I command!
JOE: Perimeters are secured, sir!
DUKE: Secure the B.E.T.!
GEN. HAWK: Cobra's after the Broadcast Energy Transmitter! You
rally the ground troops.
I'll call out the airborne assault team. Yo Joe!
TUNNEL RAT: Hey, wait up!
LAW: There goes our ride.
JINX: That ain't necessarily so! I'll hotwire this baby and we're outta here.
CHUCKLES: Fly it, Jinx!
JOES: Yo Joe!
LAW: Ay, carumba! Oh no! Aw, nuts!
JINX: First one to say anything about my being bad luck gets a knuckle massage.
GEN. HAWK: I can see the whites of their beedy little eyes!
DUKE: Yo J... What the... Shoot 'em down, whatever they are!
JINX: Okay, Chuckles, let's give this whirlybird a twirl!
LAW: All right, let's go!
JINX: Okay, guys, prove us Rawhides aren't raw!
LAW: Man, who ever heard of being shot down by salad?
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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