(Sylvio has been struck in the chest by a spiked ball)
Ashley: Sylvio, are you okay!?
Sylvio: Been better … Gun!
Ashley: Let's go. (drags Sylvio to cover)
Sylvio: Oh! Stings like a son-of-a-bitch! Anyone we know?
Ashley: Can't tell yet.
Sylvio: I'll be fine. Go.
Ashley: You sure?
Sylvio: Ash, I gotta scream like a girl now. I don't need witnesses.