:04:01
And that's 5 minutes on our owns
and it never gonna get back.
:04:05
Relax, baby.
We're on vacation.
:04:17
- Fuck!
- Where are you going, Portman?
:04:19
I'm going to "El Honto", I'm gonna lie
myself on a motel room...
:04:23
...with a bottle of tequila and
three sheboys!
:04:29
You're sick, man.
:04:34
- I'm sick or your filth, Portman.
- Experience.
:04:38
Where's it gonna be, Reaps?
You own war at some place quiet?
:04:48
Listen up, man!
:04:51
Leave is cancelled.
:04:54
Oh, man... that's it.
:04:56
I don't believe this shit.
:04:58
Fuck!
:04:59
You got a problem with that Duke?
:05:00
Me Sarge? Hell no!
I love my job.
:05:02
What's up Sarge?
:05:04
We've got us a game.
:05:06
Kid! Son, you are now in the
Rapid Response Tactical Squad...
:05:11
...the RRTS.
:05:14
Fall in.
:05:19
All dressed up and nowhere to go, huh?
:05:25
Shut up, Portman!
:05:27
- Not this time, John.
- What?
:05:30
- We can handle this one.
- You're bulshitting me.
:05:34
Oh, no. I'm not bulshitting.
:05:36
- We're going to Olduvai.
- Olduvai?
:05:44
- Take the lead.
- Is that and order?
:05:48
It's a recommendation.
See you when I get back.
:05:57
- Aircraft, ready to roll.
- Copy that.
:05:59
Great vacation!
Damn! They go quick!