I’m sorry, you need me to repeat that? I don’t think I need to repeat the fact that I shot a bullet into your head.

What’s that? Think I should get out of a war and raise a family? Too damn bad I’m not my sister, sugarcube. 

Don’t think I’m fit to be a sniper? Well I don’t think you’re even fit to play a game of battleship, yet here you are. 

I don’t think you need a dispenser there anymore you little speed demon.  

The only thing sapping around here lately is you spy. 

I don’t think a bullet to your head is enough metal to upgrade your gear. 

Awww, why don’t you get a medic to kiss your boo boo better?