Robotech Blooper Reels

[Alpha 11]

Regis: "I'll make you in an angry bird! Actually.... Hey Annie! I've got a sling shot and some ammo for you..."

Regis: "I'll make you in an angry bird! Actually.... Hey Annie! I've got a sling shot and some ammo for you..."

**WHAM!!!!**
Horizon-T Pilot: "Damn it, another bird strike! At least we got stronger window armor on this crate!"

Corg: "I'm just trying to play a game...and this happens...it's so not fair..."

Corg: "I'm just trying to play a game...and this happens...it's so not fair..."

"You're still playing a game...only as a...what's lower than 'pawn'?"

[SRoss]

Haydonite: "Ha! Thanks to that Smart Phone, I can track the Invid to their new ho ... WHATTHEHELLISTHA!!!"

**WHAM!!!!**

Haydonite: "It's <fitz> not <spark> fair!!!"

[Arnie100]

Haydonite: "Ha! Thanks to that Smart Phone, I can track the Invid to their new ho ... WHATTHEHELLISTHA!!!"

**WHAM!!!!**

Haydonite: "It's <fitz> not <spark> fair!!!"

Corg: (On top of the Haydonite) "I just wanted to play a game...why is it always my fault...it's not fair..."

[taalismn]

"*SIGH* What did I tell you about tossing your cellphone out the energy field when we're going at a high percentage of light speed?"
"...it becomes a relativistic projectile and a hazard to bystanders...."

[Alpha 11]

Haydonite: "Ha! Thanks to that Smart Phone, I can track the Invid to their new ho ... WHATTHEHELLISTHA!!!"

**WHAM!!!!**

Haydonite: "It's <fitz> not <spark> fair!!!"

Haydonite: "Ha! Thanks to that Smart Phone, I can track the Invid to their new ho ... WHATTHEHELLISTHA!!!"

**WHAM!!!!**

Haydonite: "It's <fitz> not <spark> fair!!!"

Corg: (On top of the Haydonite) "I just wanted to play a game...why is it always my fault...it's not fair..."

"*SIGH* What did I tell you about tossing your cellphone out the energy field when we're going at a high percentage of light speed?"
"...it becomes a relativistic projectile and a hazard to bystanders...."

[taalismn]

#WHAM#
"-The same goes for milkshakes."

"General Reinhardt, the repairs to the SDF-4 are going to take a bit longer due to the need to decontaminate what's left of the forward hull."
"What's the biohazard? Radiation?"
"Chocolate-coffee milkshake."

[Arnie100]

Regis: "Hmmmm... (looking at Corg)"
Corg: "Mom!! I didn't DO anything!!"
Sera: "Not yet..."

[taalismn]

Corg: "It's all Sera's fault! She and her human-"
Sera: "Complete that sentence and I'll="
Regis: "CHILDREN! IF I HAVE TO, I"LL STOP THIS MASS TELEPORT AND-"
Corg: "Or you'll WHAT?!"

Reinhardt: "Somebidy...get that thing off the windows..."
Sparks: "I'll start the windshield wipers."
(massive sweeper arms start to swing as Corg is plastered against the outside of the SDF-4's bridge windows)

[Arnie100]

Corg: "Me and my big mouth...ouchie..."

[taalismn]

Corg: "Me and my big mouth...ouchie..."

"Aren't those Garfield-like thingies supposed to be attached to the INSIDE of the window?"
"It's not a car-plushie, it's a bug on the windshield."

[SRoss]

Corg: "Me and my big mouth...ouchie..."

"Aren't those Garfield-like thingies supposed to be attached to the INSIDE of the window?"
"It's not a car-plushie, it's a bug on the windshield."

"Better use the Wiper Fluid..."

[Alpha 11]

#WHAM#
"-The same goes for milkshakes."

"General Reinhardt, the repairs to the SDF-4 are going to take a bit longer due to the need to decontaminate what's left of the forward hull."
"What's the biohazard? Radiation?"
"Chocolate-coffee milkshake."

Regis: "Hmmmm... (looking at Corg)"
Corg: "Mom!! I didn't DO anything!!"
Sera: "Not yet..."

Corg: "It's all Sera's fault! She and her human-"
Sera: "Complete that sentence and I'll="
Regis: "CHILDREN! IF I HAVE TO, I"LL STOP THIS MASS TELEPORT AND-"
Corg: "Or you'll WHAT?!"

Reinhardt: "Somebidy...get that thing off the windows..."
Sparks: "I'll start the windshield wipers."
(massive sweeper arms start to swing as Corg is plastered against the outside of the SDF-4's bridge windows)

Corg: "Me and my big mouth...ouchie..."

Corg: "Me and my big mouth...ouchie..."

"Aren't those Garfield-like thingies supposed to be attached to the INSIDE of the window?"
"It's not a car-plushie, it's a bug on the windshield."

Corg: "Me and my big mouth...ouchie..."

"Aren't those Garfield-like thingies supposed to be attached to the INSIDE of the window?"
"It's not a car-plushie, it's a bug on the windshield."

"Better use the Wiper Fluid..."

[taalismn]

"Considering he's freeze-welded to the outside coaming, we're going to need to use vibroscrappers."
"Ah, 'chisel thaw'!"

[SRoss]

"Nah, if we throw Karno at him enough times he'll fall off on his own."

[taalismn]

"This rather reminds me of Exedore's driving lessons..."
"For the sake of our friendship, Lord Breetai, we agreed never to mention that ever again."

[Alpha 11]

"Considering he's freeze-welded to the outside coaming, we're going to need to use vibroscrappers."
"Ah, 'chisel thaw'!"

"Nah, if we throw Karno at him enough times he'll fall off on his own."

"This rather reminds me of Exedore's driving lessons..."
"For the sake of our friendship, Lord Breetai, we agreed never to mention that ever again."

[Arnie100]

Capt. Grant: "Who do we have for clean-up duty?"
Louie: "Who else?"
Edwards: "Not again..."
Kyle: "I hate you AND this job."

Ariel: "Look, Scott! Mom's sent us a message!"
Scott:
Ariel: "She hasn't figured out text messaging yet..."
Corg: "I wish she would!"

[SRoss]

Lunk: "I wonder what the New Invid homeworld looks like?"

A glow appears around him and he reappears in a massive "Playroom".

Invid Princesses: "Hiii Lunky Poo!"

Lunk: "Me and my big mouth..."

[taalismn]

(Commander Breetai enters a large hangar bay on his ship and comes up behind a grizzled-looking senior pod commander who’s standing watching something going on in the cleared bay. Several other Zentraedi sub-rankings are standing nearby, looking anxious. There’s the sounds of heavy metal and mecha footstomps clanging nearby.)
“So, sergeant, how goes the instruction?”
“Milord Breetai! It proceeds, despite the fact that we are ill-equipped for this sort of instruction; battlepods only seat one person each and radio instruction proved cumbersome. We hit upon the idea of micronizing the instructor and putting him in the cockpit with the Minister that way, but that has its own prob-”
“I didn’t ask for your methods, I asked how it was proceeding. Your truthful assessment of progress.”
(Loud noises and muffled shouting in the background)
“A TRUTHFUL assessment, sir?”
“I am not in the nature of repeating myself, sergeant.”
“ -begging your pardon, sir, if we were fighting a civil war, Minister Exedore would have made ace already.”
#*WHAM*#
<<“-left pedal! LEFT PEDAL!”>>
<“THIS pedal?”>
<<“NO! THE -OTHER- PEDAL! WATCH OUT FOR THAT LEVER-I -SAID-WATCH THE LE-!!!”>>
///FFFWWWOOOOSSSHHHHHHHH////[i]”AIEEEEEE!!![/i]”(SLAMCRUNCHWHAM)
(The line of watching troopers wince as there’s the sound of small metal parts bouncing across decking)
<“Oh dear...”>
<<*...gurknrkgh....*>>
“And that would be the SEVENTH instructor we’ve had to replace today. Crew, remove Minister Exedore’s Regult from the wall? AGAIN. G’naw, you’re up next.”
“I request a transfer to the Botaru suicide squadron, sir.”
“Denied. Man up and get in there. As I was saying, Lord Breetai, Minister Exedore shows a murderous propensity for mecha piloting that would serve the Fleet well if it could be harnessed for good and directed against the enemies of the Zentraedi.”

[Arnie100]

Khyron: "AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! And they call ME the Backstabber!"

[SRoss]

Khyron: "AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! And they call ME the Backstabber!"

#STOMP!#

Breetai: "You're improving Exedore!"

[taalismn]

Khyron: "AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! And they call ME the Backstabber!"

#STOMP!#

Breetai: "You're improving Exedore!"

"I was TRYING to open the glove compartment!"

[Arnie100]

Khyron: "I need immediate medical attention!!"
Sammie: "Hello, lover..."
Khyron: "Oh, no!"

[taalismn]

(during Vermillion's escape from Breetai's flagship_
Ben:"Why does that mecha parking niche over there have a 'Handicapped' sign on it?"
Lisa: "They're aliens. It only LOOKS like a handicapped parking sign."
Ben: "Hmpf...guess you're right."
Lisa: "I mean, be serious! Everything we've seen points towards a warrior race. Why would they have provision for handicapped mecha pilots?"

Zentraedi Deck Officer: "You know, I hate to say it, but I feel a LOT safer that Minister Exedore's assigned mecha is in the shop."
Troopers: "So say we all!"

[Arnie100]

Exedore: "When will my mecha be ready, trooper?"
Trooper: "Uhm, we don't know, Sir, we can't seem to find any spare parts to fix it, Sir!"
Exedore: "What about replacement mecha?"
Trooper: "All assigned to combat duty!"
Exedore: "Fine...I'll be on the bridge..."
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Excellent thinking, Trooper! Let's get out of here before he comes back!"

[Alpha 11]

Capt. Grant: "Who do we have for clean-up duty?"
Louie: "Who else?"
Edwards: "Not again..."
Kyle: "I hate you AND this job."

Ariel: "Look, Scott! Mom's sent us a message!"
Scott:
Ariel: "She hasn't figured out text messaging yet..."
Corg: "I wish she would!"

I'm afraid to find out now.

Lunk: "I wonder what the New Invid homeworld looks like?"

A glow appears around him and he reappears in a massive "Playroom".

Invid Princesses: "Hiii Lunky Poo!"

Lunk: "Me and my big mouth..."

(Commander Breetai enters a large hangar bay on his ship and comes up behind a grizzled-looking senior pod commander who’s standing watching something going on in the cleared bay. Several other Zentraedi sub-rankings are standing nearby, looking anxious. There’s the sounds of heavy metal and mecha footstomps clanging nearby.)
“So, sergeant, how goes the instruction?”
“Milord Breetai! It proceeds, despite the fact that we are ill-equipped for this sort of instruction; battlepods only seat one person each and radio instruction proved cumbersome. We hit upon the idea of micronizing the instructor and putting him in the cockpit with the Minister that way, but that has its own prob-”
“I didn’t ask for your methods, I asked how it was proceeding. Your truthful assessment of progress.”
(Loud noises and muffled shouting in the background)
“A TRUTHFUL assessment, sir?”
“I am not in the nature of repeating myself, sergeant.”
“ -begging your pardon, sir, if we were fighting a civil war, Minister Exedore would have made ace already.”
#*WHAM*#
<<“-left pedal! LEFT PEDAL!”>>
<“THIS pedal?”>
<<“NO! THE -OTHER- PEDAL! WATCH OUT FOR THAT LEVER-I -SAID-WATCH THE LE-!!!”>>
///FFFWWWOOOOSSSHHHHHHHH////[i]”AIEEEEEE!!![/i]”(SLAMCRUNCHWHAM)
(The line of watching troopers wince as there’s the sound of small metal parts bouncing across decking)
<“Oh dear...”>
<<*...gurknrkgh....*>>
“And that would be the SEVENTH instructor we’ve had to replace today. Crew, remove Minister Exedore’s Regult from the wall? AGAIN. G’naw, you’re up next.”
“I request a transfer to the Botaru suicide squadron, sir.”
“Denied. Man up and get in there. As I was saying, Lord Breetai, Minister Exedore shows a murderous propensity for mecha piloting that would serve the Fleet well if it could be harnessed for good and directed against the enemies of the Zentraedi.”

Khyron: "AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! And they call ME the Backstabber!"

Khyron: "AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! And they call ME the Backstabber!"

#STOMP!#

Breetai: "You're improving Exedore!"

[Alpha 11]

Khyron: "AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! And they call ME the Backstabber!"

#STOMP!#

Breetai: "You're improving Exedore!"

"I was TRYING to open the glove compartment!"

Khyron: "I need immediate medical attention!!"
Sammie: "Hello, lover..."
Khyron: "Oh, no!"

(during Vermillion's escape from Breetai's flagship_
Ben:"Why does that mecha parking niche over there have a 'Handicapped' sign on it?"
Lisa: "They're aliens. It only LOOKS like a handicapped parking sign."
Ben: "Hmpf...guess you're right."
Lisa: "I mean, be serious! Everything we've seen points towards a warrior race. Why would they have provision for handicapped mecha pilots?"

Zentraedi Deck Officer: "You know, I hate to say it, but I feel a LOT safer that Minister Exedore's assigned mecha is in the shop."
Troopers: "So say we all!"

Exedore: "When will my mecha be ready, trooper?"
Trooper: "Uhm, we don't know, Sir, we can't seem to find any spare parts to fix it, Sir!"
Exedore: "What about replacement mecha?"
Trooper: "All assigned to combat duty!"
Exedore: "Fine...I'll be on the bridge..."
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Excellent thinking, Trooper! Let's get out of here before he comes back!"

[taalismn]

Exedore: "When will my mecha be ready, trooper?"
Trooper: "Uhm, we don't know, Sir, we can't seem to find any spare parts to fix it, Sir!"
\!"

The upside of being of an organization that discourages learning serious repair skills.

[Arnie100]

Trooper: "Wait...so that goes here..."
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Yep...that other part goes there..."
Trooper: "What about this?"
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Hmmm...stick it there..."
Trooper: "Uhm, okay...uh, Sir? Why did it start glowing"
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Uh oh..."

[taalismn]

Trooper: "Wait...so that goes here..."
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Yep...that other part goes there..."
Trooper: "What about this?"
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Hmmm...stick it there..."
Trooper: "Uhm, okay...uh, Sir? Why did it start glowing"
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Uh oh..."

ZFO: "By the Protoculture! How did he manage to glue his hand there?!"
Trooper 1: "Ah, a little help here?"
Trooper 2: "I'll get the hacksaw."
Trooper 3: "I'll get the bucket."
Trooper 1: "What's the bucket for?"
Trooper 3: "Minimizes the cleanup if we catch all the blood."

[Alpha 11]

Exedore: "When will my mecha be ready, trooper?"
Trooper: "Uhm, we don't know, Sir, we can't seem to find any spare parts to fix it, Sir!"
\!"

The upside of being of an organization that discourages learning serious repair skills.

Trooper: "Wait...so that goes here..."
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Yep...that other part goes there..."
Trooper: "What about this?"
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Hmmm...stick it there..."
Trooper: "Uhm, okay...uh, Sir? Why did it start glowing"
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Uh oh..."

Trooper: "Wait...so that goes here..."
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Yep...that other part goes there..."
Trooper: "What about this?"
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Hmmm...stick it there..."
Trooper: "Uhm, okay...uh, Sir? Why did it start glowing"
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Uh oh..."

ZFO: "By the Protoculture! How did he manage to glue his hand there?!"
Trooper 1: "Ah, a little help here?"
Trooper 2: "I'll get the hacksaw."
Trooper 3: "I'll get the bucket."
Trooper 1: "What's the bucket for?"
Trooper 3: "Minimizes the cleanup if we catch all the blood."

[taalismn]

"How's the assembly of the new battlepods going?"
"We've run into a snag."
"Protoculture problems?"
"...the assembly plans are all written in JAPANESE."
"..we're Japanese, aren't we?"
"No, we have a completely separate language AND our own alphabet. Great screen time but it's causing us no end of problems offcamera."

[Alpha 11]

"How's the assembly of the new battlepods going?"
"We've run into a snag."
"Protoculture problems?"
"...the assembly plans are all written in JAPANESE."
"..we're Japanese, aren't we?"
"No, we have a completely separate language AND our own alphabet. Great screen time but it's causing us no end of problems offcamera."

[taalismn]

"Actually, there's a superior school of high-tech repair to which we Zentraedi are better suited, temperment-wise."
"And that is?"
"Allow me to demonstrate."(deck officer goes over to a Regult and proceeds to kick the hell out of it)
"Do this repeatedly until it either starts up or becomes so obviously damaged it has to be completely replaced!"

[Arnie100]

Exedore: "What happened to my mecha?!"
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Sorry, Milord, we just can't get it to work..."
Exedore: "You mean I can't.go to combat?"
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Yes, MiLord...we are terribly sorry..."
Exedore: "And I was looking forward.to becoming an ace.mecba pilot!" (Walks away)
Zentraedi Deck Officer and Trooper: (Fist bumps)

[taalismn]

Just as well; could you imagine how savagely Breetai could have beaten Rick Hunter if he'd used a TIRE IRON or a CROWBAR.
"Okay, we're going to have delay the interrogation by Dolza until the Micronian gets out of fully-body traction..."

[Alpha 11]

"Actually, there's a superior school of high-tech repair to which we Zentraedi are better suited, temperment-wise."
"And that is?"
"Allow me to demonstrate."(deck officer goes over to a Regult and proceeds to kick the hell out of it)
"Do this repeatedly until it either starts up or becomes so obviously damaged it has to be completely replaced!"

Exedore: "What happened to my mecha?!"
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Sorry, Milord, we just can't get it to work..."
Exedore: "You mean I can't.go to combat?"
Zentraedi Deck Officer: "Yes, MiLord...we are terribly sorry..."
Exedore: "And I was looking forward.to becoming an ace.mecba pilot!" (Walks away)
Zentraedi Deck Officer and Trooper: (Fist bumps)

Just as well; could you imagine how savagely Breetai could have beaten Rick Hunter if he'd used a TIRE IRON or a CROWBAR.
"Okay, we're going to have delay the interrogation by Dolza until the Micronian gets out of fully-body traction..."

[taalismn]

"Gentlemen, you may wish to review the technical manual for the Regult..."
"Why? We got it put together, right?"
"...Regult knees bend FORWARDS, not back."
"...oops..."

[Alpha 11]

"Gentlemen, you may wish to review the technical manual for the Regult..."
"Why? We got it put together, right?"
"...Regult knees bend FORWARDS, not back."
"...oops..."

[taalismn]

"...as for THIS, I'm afraid you're cruising too many gunpla websites."
"...I was exercising the inherent, but buried, Zentraedi gift for innovation."
"You mounted thirty chin cannon in the front plastron of a Regult."
"It's an anti-swarm variant for dealing with Invid!"
"The recoil of the burst test firing blew the whole thing through three bulkheads."
"So it has a few teething problems..."
"That's ironic, because so does your test pilot. We're searching the fleet for any Zentraedi with an innate, but buried, gift for dentistry."

[Alpha 11]

"...as for THIS, I'm afraid you're crusing too many gunpla websites."
"...I was exercising the inherent, but buried, Zentraedi gift for innovation."
"You mounted thirty chin cannon in the front plastron of a Regult."
"It's an anti-swarm variant for dealing with Invid!"
"The recoil of the burst test firing blew the whole thing through three bulkheads."
"So it has a few teething problems..."
"That's ironic, because so does your test pilot. We're searching the fleet for any Zentraedi with an innate, but buried, gift for dentistry."

That was also a great Gundam series.

[taalismn]

"Then there was your 'heavy gun Regult'. Twelve particle beam cannon-"
"Extra firepower where it counts!"
"-except the radiation backcount skyrocketed and the heat buildup volcano'ed, resulting in the pilot getting toasted."
"How is Warrior Kentyki?"
"Golden-brown on the outside, flaky on the inside."
"So, no great bad change there."
"Not unless you consider phase state change into a drumstick, no."

[Alpha 11]

"Then there was your 'heavy gun Regult'. Twelve particle beam cannon-"
"Extra firepower where it counts!"
"-except the radiation backcount skyrocketed and the heat buildup volcano'ed, resulting in the pilot getting toasted."
"How is Warrior Kentyki?"
"Golden-brown on the outside, flaky on the inside."
"So, no great bad change there."
"Not unless you consider phase state change into a drumstick, no."

[Chronicler]

Meanwhile on board the SDF-1:

Rick: "Lang, what is this?"
Lang: "The next step in veritech armament utilizing reflex technology."
Rick: "You just strapped two honking bombs to the wings."
Lang: "Not just any bombs, Reflex Bombs!"
Rick: "Lang the bombs are so big that the landing gears aren't even touching the deck."
Lang: "All first gen tech is big. Look at the first Ipod."
Rick: "It wont fly given those things on there."
Lang: "It's meant for space.... for now."
Rick: "How big of an explosion would these make anyways?"
Lang: "Based on calculations these baby's could take out a million ships."
Rick: "....... Lang, that's just nuts."
Lang: "It gets better, these things can rip holes in space and time. Not only would the ships be destroyed but their debris would be flung all over the multivers!"
Rick: "*sweating*"
Lang: "Cool isn't it?"

[glitterboy2098]

so instead they went with 3 multi-megatonners under each wing...

[taalismn]

Lang *laughs hysterically*: "You guys all bought that."
Rick: "Bought what?"
Lang: "That my Big Bang Bombs were real. An old trick is to ask for the moon so when you ask for something else somewhat smaller, it looks much more reasonable by comparison."
Rick: "Wait those monster bombs were just there so you can stick Angel of Death missiles on our machines?"
Lang: "Yep."
Rick: "Then those giant metal cylinders were..."
Lang: "Filled with some of my old porn I was trying to get rid of."
Rick: "Knowing what we know now of the Zentraedi that might have actually worked better."

"Look at the big honking gazooga missiles on that babe!"
*SLAP* "Male pigs!"
"We were talking about the classic VF-1 with heavy reflex missile launchers on the wings, not you, Maia!"
*SLAP!*" Male Jerks!"

[SRoss]

I'm suddenly having flashbacks to that scene in Operation Petticoat.

[taalismn]

I'm suddenly having flashbacks to that scene in Operation Petticoat.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
Of course, when the Zentraedi try expressing their concept of beauty to the opposite gender in the terms they're most familiar with, it can get pretty confusing.
"Uhm....your eyes...they're like.."
"Yes?"
"Like the tracking optics of a high grade multi-spectral targeting array....and you've got a nice missile rack too to go with them!"

[SRoss]

"My God man! What is that!?! A double catapult?"

"No sir, that's Quadrono underwear from the ship we just blew up."

[Alpha 11]

Meanwhile on board the SDF-1:

Rick: "Lang, what is this?"
Lang: "The next step in veritech armament utilizing reflex technology."
Rick: "You just strapped two honking bombs to the wings."
Lang: "Not just any bombs, Reflex Bombs!"
Rick: "Lang the bombs are so big that the landing gears aren't even touching the deck."
Lang: "All first gen tech is big. Look at the first Ipod."
Rick: "It wont fly given those things on there."
Lang: "It's meant for space.... for now."
Rick: "How big of an explosion would these make anyways?"
Lang: "Based on calculations these baby's could take out a million ships."
Rick: "....... Lang, that's just nuts."
Lang: "It gets better, these things can rip holes in space and time. Not only would the ships be destroyed but their debris would be flung all over the multivers!"
Rick: "*sweating*"
Lang: "Cool isn't it?"

so instead they went with 3 multi-megatonners under each wing...

Lang *laughs hysterically*: "You guys all bought that."
Rick: "Bought what?"
Lang: "That my Big Bang Bombs were real. An old trick is to ask for the moon so when you ask for something else somewhat smaller, it looks much more reasonable by comparison."
Rick: "Wait those monster bombs were just there so you can stick Angel of Death missiles on our machines?"
Lang: "Yep."
Rick: "Then those giant metal cylinders were..."
Lang: "Filled with some of my old porn I was trying to get rid of."
Rick: "Knowing what we know now of the Zentraedi that might have actually worked better."

Lang *laughs hysterically*: "You guys all bought that."
Rick: "Bought what?"
Lang: "That my Big Bang Bombs were real. An old trick is to ask for the moon so when you ask for something else somewhat smaller, it looks much more reasonable by comparison."
Rick: "Wait those monster bombs were just there so you can stick Angel of Death missiles on our machines?"
Lang: "Yep."
Rick: "Then those giant metal cylinders were..."
Lang: "Filled with some of my old porn I was trying to get rid of."
Rick: "Knowing what we know now of the Zentraedi that might have actually worked better."

"Look at the big honking gazooga missiles on that babe!"
*SLAP* "Male pigs!"
"We were talking about the classic VF-1 with heavy reflex missile launchers on the wings, not you, Maia!"
*SLAP!*" Male Jerks!"

Can't win.

I'm suddenly having flashbacks to that scene in Operation Petticoat.

Good classic.

I'm suddenly having flashbacks to that scene in Operation Petticoat.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
Of course, when the Zentraedi try expressing their concept of beauty to the opposite gender in the terms they're most familiar with, it can get pretty confusing.
"Uhm....your eyes...they're like.."
"Yes?"
"Like the tracking optics of a high grade multi-spectral targeting array....and you've got a nice missile rack too to go with them!"

"My God man! What is that!?! A double catapult?"

"No sir, that's Quadrono underwear from the ship we just blew up."