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Webster: *Yelling across the parking lot at a gas station* Buy me a diet Dr. Pepper!
Liebgott: *Yelling back* I ain't buying you shit!
Liebgott: *Buys it for him anyways*
Babe, explaining love languages to Liebgott: ⊠so, like, my love language is physical touch, but Geneâs is acts of service.
Liebgott:
Babe: Whatâs your love language?
Liebgott: Physical touch.
Babe: Punching doesnât count.
alright webgotts out there, i donât know if this is something youâve all noticed and screamed over a billion times or not, but i feel the need to mention it because i just spotted it: when liebgottâs trying to drag web aside to bug him for information on the patrol, nudging him in the shoulder and back wonât make him move, so lieb gets him by the back of the neck and moves him that way.
just. saying.
Lieb: Web is a bit sore from last night.
Chuck: Oh?
Lieb: He and I were fighting over the last piece of chocolate. I got a bit intense.
Webster: Is Joe here?
Grant: You know what?
[Joe jumping out the window in the background]
Grant: He just left.
Webster: [Smiles]
Liebgott, slams hands on table: Thatâs it, Iâm killing him!
Grant: Or you could man up and finally ask him out.
Liebgott: Killing him is easier.
Liebgott: Yeah, I'm a master of Zen.
Liebgott: ...
Liebgott: Beatin' your ass now and Zen.
Donât ask why, I donât know
âI will corrupt youâ squad: Luz, Liebgott, Speirs, Nixon, Heffron, Toye, Guarnere
âNo, protect the innocent!â gang: Martin, Lipton, Compton, Randleman, Powers, Winters, Welsh, Malarkey
âThe innocentâ nest: Webster and Doc Roe
[E Company huddled around a table]
Guarnere: Hey! Capân Winters, Capân Nixon, câmere for a second!
Luz: We have something for ya!
Nixon & Winters: *jogging over*
Nixon: Whatcha got there?
E Company: *smiling*
Liebgott: *gives them both hand-made Fatherâs Day cards signed by all of them*
Winters, a mess: Oh...my...God
Nixon: *crying*
Babe: *hands Speirs a card* We made one for you, too, Lieutenant Speirs.
Malarkey: Do you like it?
Speirs, choking up: Itâs fine.
Liebgott: I sleep with a bat by my pillow
Luz: weak, I sleep with my rifle
Lipton: youâre both pathetic
Nixon: [not paying attention, taking a sip of coffee] tell âem, Lip
Liebgott: what do you sleep with?
Lipton: Speirs
Nixon: [spits out coffee]
Lieb: Woah, Web is so pretty.
Chuck: Donât be jealous Lieb, youâre really pretty too.
Lieb: Iâm not being jealous, Iâm being gay.