Lt. Boomer: Colonel, Blue Squadron reporting for duty, sir.
Col. Tigh: Lieutenant, obviously you can't even stand.
Lt. Boomer: A Viper is flown from the seated position, sir.
Col. Tigh: Lieutenant, obviously you can't even stand.
Lt. Boomer: A Viper is flown from the seated position, sir.
—Battlestar Galactica (1978), "Lost Planet of the Gods: Part 2"
Roark Jr.: Look at you! You can't even lift that cannon you're carrying!
Hartigan: (beat) Sure I can.
Hartigan: (beat) Sure I can.
— Sin City
Megatron: Why, Dinobot! What a delightful surprise. Let's see, where are we now? I have the golden disc, I have the power to change the future, and the only remaining obstacle in my path to unimaginable glory...is yourself. Exhausted. Damaged beyond recovery. Defeated.
Dinobot: Not...just...yet!
Dinobot: Not...just...yet!
Sunday: What about breaking your arm, (grabs at Buffy's left arm) how'd that feel.
Buffy: Let me answer that with a head butt. (she does and sends Sunday staggering) And for the record, the arm is hurt, (punches Sunday, sending her flying) not broken.
Buffy: Let me answer that with a head butt. (she does and sends Sunday staggering) And for the record, the arm is hurt, (punches Sunday, sending her flying) not broken.
She was tired, on the brink of exhaustion, emotionally wrung-out after the trip to the Netherworld and the fight with Mordru. Now, to be flung against a fresh, raging Satan Girl...it was simply too much.
It was hard enough fighting her when she had been prepared and in good condition. How in the hell was she supposed to win against her now?
It was hard enough fighting her when she had been prepared and in good condition. How in the hell was she supposed to win against her now?
