McCracken: Stinson, my office! Now!
Barney: Crap.
[in McCracken's office:]
McCracken: Disorderly game play, three counts of shoving, and now this! Stinson, you're a liability!
Barney: I know, I don't play by your precious rules, McCracken, but, damn it, I get results!
McCracken: Look, you're a good laser tag player. Maybe the best I've ever seen. But one of these days, you're gonna get someone hurt. Maybe even yourself.
Barney: You just forget what it's like out there. You've had your fat ass stuck behind that desk for too long.
McCracken: That's it! You're out of here, Stinson! Hand in your gun and your ID badge!
Barney: With pleasure. [slams badge and gun down, heads towards the door] Please don't do this.This game is all I got. And I've almost got enough tickets for the remote control helicopter. Please.
McCracken: I can't believe I'm doing this. But I'm gonna give you one last shot. But so help me, if you so much as step one toe out of line, you're gonna be playing Duck Hunt in your mama's basement so fast, it's gonna make your head spin. Now, get out of here!
Barney: You won't regret this.
[later:]
McCracken: That's it, Stinson. You're banned for life!
Barney: No!