Donut: [noticing Grif and Simmons just returning to the Red base after evading Sheila's rampage] What happened?
Grif: [heavily panting and breathing as if he had run a marathon] Big... tank... shooting! WHOOOOHHHH!
Simmons: Damn, man! We only ran, like, three hundred feet! You are REALLY out of shape!
Grif: [still panting heavily] Fuck... you...
Donut: Where's your car?
Simmons: General Patton here had a great strategy to leave it behind.
Grif: Hey, it would have worked if that tank hadn't shown up.