Skipper: Skipper's log. The skeptics were wrong. We can build a thermo-nuclear sardine tin. [zoom out to the entire car, showing Kowalski and Private panicking] We just can't control it. Kowalski: Seventy-eight seconds until spontaneous detonation, Skipper. Private: Ooh, there's a new Princess Miss Perky line...fancy! Skipper slaps Private Skipper: Eighty-six to dolly dress up daydreams! This can's about to fire up like vicious barbecue. Now punch it! Rico: Okay!Rico swerves the car around and drives in the other direction. Private: Where is he taking us? Rico: Dolly! Dolly!
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