Higgins: How far to the lake?
Brutto: Farther than you can walk, ya biped. (they turn around to see Sgt. Brutto in a hoverchair) And don't even think of hitchin' with me.
Higgins: Hey, Sarge!
Flores: Can't believe I'm saying this, but you're a sight for sore eyes.
Gossard: As if we don't have enough problems.
Doc: Hey, nice wheels.
Brutto: It ain't exactly an all terrain vehicle, but that ain't gonna stop me from paying my last respects.
Rico: Good to see you, Sarge.
Brutto: Yeah, you too, Sarge. Man, was I irreplaceable or what? So what's the problem? Can't win a war without me?