Teddy: Train-dodge. Dig it. Chris: Get the hell off the tracks, Teddy! You wanna get yourself killed? Teddy: Just like the beach in Normandy. Tfrrrrr. Chris: Come on, man. Come on. Teddy: Don’t need no babysitter. Chris: You do, too. Skin it. Teddy: Could have dodged it. Chris: Listen, Teddy, you can dodge it on the way back, man. Peace. Skin it.