Simmons: Hey, Doc, although I'm sure Sarge enjoys having his spine pulverized into dust, maybe you should go ahead and back up the Warthog.
Frank DuFresne: Oh... right. Sorry.
[Accidentally accelerates, Smashes Sarge]
Sarge: Oww! Hot buttered lugnuts!
Frank DuFresne: Oooh, jeez, I'm really sorry. I just was in the wrong gear. Lemme just...
[smashes Sarge again]
Sarge: Doh! Jeez, there goes my last kidney! I was savin' that one for a special occasion!
Frank DuFresne: Third time's a charm?
Simmons: I don't think so, Poindexter! Outta the jeep, now!
Frank DuFresne: I'm really sorry guys. I was only trying to help. Really!
Grif: [Sarcastically] Oh is that all? I for one was totally confused. I thought you were savagely trying to kill our sergeant by ramming him over and over with a 6000 pound steel death machine! Now that we know you're just trying to help, by all means, please continue!
Frank DuFresne: [pause] ... Really?
Simmons, Grif: Get Out!