Grif: Simmons, I've been thinking...
Simmons: I don't care, take out the fucking trash.
Grif: Why do we carry our guns?
Simmons: What?
Grif: Our guns. Why do we carry 'em?
Simmons: Because we're soldiers.
Grif: Yeah, but we're not really fighting anybody, are we?
Simmons: Well, yeah, but you never know when we could be attacked.
Grif: Attacked by who, the Blues?
Simmons: Uh...
Grif: We haven't fought a single goddamn enemy since arriving in this canyon. And yet here we are, walking around in full body armor with a rifle in our hands, like the fucking galaxy's about to attack us any second.
Simmons: What's your point?
Grif: My point is, why don't we ever just walk around without our guns?
(long silence)
Grif: Dude.
Simmons: What?
Grif: Drop your gun.
Simmons: No.
Grif: Why not?
Simmons: (nervous) I don't want to.
Grif: You don't want to? Or you can't?
Simmons: (flustered) Um, I'm, I'm going back inside.
Grif: And thus Dexter Grif single-handedly avoids trash duty for the second day in a row. Hoo-rah.
Simmons: I don't care, take out the fucking trash.
Grif: Why do we carry our guns?
Simmons: What?
Grif: Our guns. Why do we carry 'em?
Simmons: Because we're soldiers.
Grif: Yeah, but we're not really fighting anybody, are we?
Simmons: Well, yeah, but you never know when we could be attacked.
Grif: Attacked by who, the Blues?
Simmons: Uh...
Grif: We haven't fought a single goddamn enemy since arriving in this canyon. And yet here we are, walking around in full body armor with a rifle in our hands, like the fucking galaxy's about to attack us any second.
Simmons: What's your point?
Grif: My point is, why don't we ever just walk around without our guns?
(long silence)
Grif: Dude.
Simmons: What?
Grif: Drop your gun.
Simmons: No.
Grif: Why not?
Simmons: (nervous) I don't want to.
Grif: You don't want to? Or you can't?
Simmons: (flustered) Um, I'm, I'm going back inside.
Grif: And thus Dexter Grif single-handedly avoids trash duty for the second day in a row. Hoo-rah.
