Left 4 Dead 22009

[friendly fire]

Coach:
Oh - excuse me? *EXCUSE ME?*

Coach:
I swear to god you can't shoot worth sh*t!

Coach:
There's gonna be some biblical sh*t happenin' to you if you do that again!

Coach:
Young'un, stop that sh*t.

Coach:
[angrily] Man - I swear to *GOD* you can't... *SHOOT* worth *SH*T!*

Coach:
Shootin' *me?* That's some *crazy* sh*t.

Coach:
You do know you shootin' me, right?

Coach:
Look - try shootin' some damn zombies instead-a *me!*

Coach:
Are you outta yo *mind,* shootin' at me?

Coach:
Will you cut that sh*t out?

Coach:
YO! Stop shootin' me, alright?

Coach:
GODDAMMIT STOP SHOOTIN' ME!

Coach:
Oh, hell NO. Do NOT shoot me!

Coach:
Do that again an' I'll come back on ya!

Coach:
Man, you *shot* me?