(Church): Whoa.
I guess they came this way.
[Humming]
(Simmons): Okay, now's our chance, Doc. Hit him with an overcharge.
It should overload at least one of his systems.
(Doc): Um... you do it!
(Simmons): What? Me?! I don't even know how to fire that thing!
(Doc): Just pull the trigger and let go, it's super easy!
(Simmons): No, no, no, you're trained with it, you should do it. Go!
(Doc): What if I miss?! What if it doesn't do anything but make him mad?
I already made him mad once, and that didn't really work out very well.
(Simmons): Well- Well then just- we'll improvise!
(Doc): Yeah, I don't feel entirely comfortable with that answer.
[Explosion]
(Doc): What the heck was that?!
(Simmons): Uh oh. I have a bad feeling that someone just caused him trouble...
[Doc makes panicked sound]
[Gun charging] (Simmons): Oh no, improvise, improvise!
[Meta growling]
[Beeping]
[Slow-motion whirring]
(Doc): Am I dead? Am I dead?!
(Simmons): Doc, you did it!
(Doc): He's frozen!
(Simmons): No, it looks like you overloaded his time distortion unit!
You must've caused some kind of inversion - instead of making everything else slow, it made *him* slow!
(Doc): Huh huh, yeah! Score 1 for the pacifists! How do you like me now, Meta?!
(Simmons): Um, Doc? I wouldn't get too close to him if I were you.
(Doc): Why? What's he gonna do? Beat me up over the course of the next two weeks?
(Simmons): Well. Technically he's not actually moving slower.
He's moving at the same speed, just over a longer period of time.
(Doc): Huh?
(Simmons): It's relativistic. His fist still travels at the same velocity, we just view it from a faster time-frame.
Therefore, it looks slowed down, but theoretically, it should still carry the same force.
(Doc): Nah, see? It's moving slower!
[Whirring speeding up]
[Tink]
(Doc): Whoa-ohh! [Crash] Ow.
(Simmons): See? That's what you get for arguing with science!
Stupid bitch.
(Doc): Simmons! Get me out of this wall!
(Simmons): Hm. How do I do this...
The fuck- ugh.
Jesus! (Doc): You're not pulling from my center!
(Simmons, grunting): From the center? What the fuck does the center me-
(Doc): Get down and pull from the groin!
(Simmons): Rggh- grrh- grrh- grrh!- (Doc): Let g- Stop- pushing on my head!
Hey! [Simmons exhales]
(Doc): It feels like you're saving your strength. Don't save your strength!
(Doc): Hurry Simmons! I think that big guy is speeding back up! (Simmons): Oh shit! Um.
(Sarge): Simmons! Where are you?! Come out here!
(Simmons): I'm here! Hold on just a second!
Doc, it looks like I can't get you out.
(Doc): Yes you can! You, you can, you haven't really tried yet!
(Simmons): I know, you're right. I should think about the mission.
(Doc): What?! No! No this is a rescue mission! I'm part of the mission!
(Simmons): It's a noble sacrifice you're making here.
(Doc): No, no! I'm not sacrificing! I'm not noble, at all!
Listen to me! You don't wanna g- I don't want you to go!
I don't want you to go!
(Simmons, quickly): We'll always remember you. Bye!
(Doc): Start by remembering me right now! Simmons!
[Meta growling] [Whirring]
(Sarge): Hurry it up!
[Simmons shouting] [Explosions]
[Simmons shouting]
(Simmons): Wha?
(Sarge): Simmons, stop showing off and get in already!
(Simmons): This isn't on purpose!
(Simmons): Whoa, wait wait wait! Guys, GUYS, just slow down a-
[Muffled gargling sounds]
(Sarge): What'd he say?
(Sarge): Grif, incoming!
(Grif): Don't worry, we'll just do what we did last time!
[Massive thud] [Breaking glass]
(Simmons, slow-motion): Oh shiii-
[Explosions]
(Simmons): I'm scared to hold on, but I'm scared to let go!
(Grif): Look out!
[Crashing]
(Grif): Ooh!
[Meta growling]
(Sarge): That was the worst driving of all time!
(Grif): Because that wasn't driving! That was flying and burning!
(Sarge): Touché.
(Simmons, mumbling): [Confused sounds]- what happened?
Where am I?
(Sarge): Get ready, men, and remember, he can't kill all of us!
(Grif): Why *can't* he kill all of us?
(Sarge): Hm. That is a good point.
(Simmons): What- [inaudible]- hey- I'm okay.
(Sarge): Get ready. (Grif): This is not going to be good.
(Church): Hey guys, what's going on?
Man, your jeep got fucked up!
Who's the big dude?
'Sup Gigantor?
[Meta growling] Whoa!
You kiss your mother with that mouth?
(Grif): What are you doing here? (Sarge): Who cares? Just lead him out of here!
(Church): Hey- whoa- where?!
(Sarge): Anywhere that's not here.
(Church): Hey, come on, big boy! Follow me! Look how shiny I am, woohoo!
(Sarge): Come on! (Simmons): What the fuck was that floating thing?!
(Grif): We'll explain later. Run!
(Church): Come on, big boy, come this way!
Wait a minute... I know this place.
Hello?
Somebody in there?
[Meta growling]
(Church): Oh shit, you scared the crap outta me!
(Sarge): Quick! Everyone through the hole!
[Sniffs] Just sayin' that's makin' me miss Donut.
(Grif): What are we gonna do? We can't outrun him, and our jeep is destroyed!
(Sarge): We have to seal the opening! (Simmons): Do we have any grenades?
(Sarge): Negative. We need a plan of action.
(Church): Hey I know he's a friend of yours, but I gotta tell ya that guy with the shiny head is kind of an asshole.
(Simmons): Well if you're here, then where's the-
Oh no, there's the Meta!
Come on, we have to hurry!
(Grif): I have an idea.
Hey, you, dipshit!
(Church): You talkin' to me?!
(Grif): Yeah, you. This is all your fault you stupid piece of junk.
You got us in this mess.
(Church): Me?! It was your friend we had to rescue!
(Grif): Ah, bullshit. Now the Meta's coming up here and he's going to kill all of us, starting with you.
(Sarge): What are you doing?
(Church): I wasn't even looking for you guys! I was trying to find-
(Sarge): Ohh, I get it!
Can it, ya overgrown ornament!
(Church): Oh, now you wanna start?!
(Grif): Hey! I'm not done with you yet, ball bearing.
(Church): That's rude.
(Sarge): Your mother takes it in the exhaust port!
(Grif): Come on, Simmons, help us.
(Simmons): I don't even know what you're doing!
(Sarge): Your mother gets paddled like a pinball!
(Church): Hey! Let's leave mothers out of this!
(Grif, whispering): We're trying to increase the stress level!
(Sarge): We need some insults!
(Simmons): Um, okay.
Grif. You're so fat you broke your arm and gravy came out.
Sarge. I find a lot of your tactical decisions to be questionable, if not downright mediocre!
(Sarge): Not insults for us, Simmons. For him!
(Simmons): I don't understand the rules of your stupid game I just got here!
(Church): Ah, you guys are idiots.
(Grif): This isn't working. We need something to make him *mad*. Really mad.
(Simmons): Has he seen the last episode of The Sopranos yet?
[Meta growling]
(Church): Uh oh, look out, it's the big guy!
And there's-
(Washington): Get them, Meta. Get them!
(Church): WASHINGTON.
[Laser charging]
[Explosion]
(Church): What?! No! Open it up, open it up! I have to go back!
(Sarge): Go back?! Son, are you crazy? After what we just went through to get out of there?
(Church): No! He'll find her!
Don't you understand?! I can't let them... get to her...
...first...
[Clank]
(Grif): Wow. I guess he ran out of juice.
(Sarge): He's had a hard day. Let him sleep it off!
Load him up, let's hit the road!
(Simmons): So what is this thing, like some kind of pet?
(Grif): Yeah, I guess you could say that. Come on, I'll fill you in.
[Meta growling]
(Washington): Don't worry. We'll find them again.
We just need some leads.
And I know exactly who to ask.
(Doc): Hey guys?!
A little help here?!
Hello?
Assholes.