Intro
[John Ashley]
In 1972, a crack commando unit...
Crack commando unit...
Crack, crack, crack, crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade...
[Mr. T]
This fool talkin' bout... (no, no, no, no...)
You ain't got no secret weapon...
When punks start hasslin' decent people, I make it my bidness!
Just crazy...
Shut up, fool!
Ain't nobody ever called me 'bout being caught up in anything but self-pity, self-pity, self-pity, self-pity...
I knew it! I knew it. All these rich folks are crooks!
(The man's a pothead... pounds smack or speedballs or somethin'...)
You ain't got no vibe, you ain't got nothin' but your pea-brain runnin' round your head...
Some people never learn...
I ain't afraid to fly, and I ain't afraid of no either...
Kill those suckas!
Got no time for the gibber-gabber...
Take it easy...
How bout this, sucka?
I'm gonna hit you so hard, I'm gonna knock you into next week!
Watch out, sucka. I got a bad foot!
Who's crazy?
Yeah! You don't get yo finger out my face, I'ma turn you into chop liver!
[Woman]
You're not afraid, are you?
[Mr. T]
Who me? Never
What you talkin' bout fool? I don't go for none of that. You just a crazy man, seein' things that ain't there
In 1972, a crack commando unit...
Crack commando unit...
Crack, crack, crack, crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade...
[Mr. T]
This fool talkin' bout... (no, no, no, no...)
You ain't got no secret weapon...
When punks start hasslin' decent people, I make it my bidness!
Just crazy...
Shut up, fool!
Ain't nobody ever called me 'bout being caught up in anything but self-pity, self-pity, self-pity, self-pity...
I knew it! I knew it. All these rich folks are crooks!
(The man's a pothead... pounds smack or speedballs or somethin'...)
You ain't got no vibe, you ain't got nothin' but your pea-brain runnin' round your head...
Some people never learn...
I ain't afraid to fly, and I ain't afraid of no either...
Kill those suckas!
Got no time for the gibber-gabber...
Take it easy...
How bout this, sucka?
I'm gonna hit you so hard, I'm gonna knock you into next week!
Watch out, sucka. I got a bad foot!
Who's crazy?
Yeah! You don't get yo finger out my face, I'ma turn you into chop liver!
[Woman]
You're not afraid, are you?
[Mr. T]
Who me? Never
What you talkin' bout fool? I don't go for none of that. You just a crazy man, seein' things that ain't there