Red vs. Blue Episode
"Orange is the New Red"
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Episode no. 6
Airdate June 12, 2016 (sponsors)
June 13, 2016 (RT Users)
June 19, 2016 (public)
Running time 8:39
Writer(s) James Willems
Director(s) Joshua Ornelas

Red vs. Blue Season 14
May 15, 2016 - October 23, 2016

  1. Room Zero
  2. From Stumbled Beginnings
  3. Fifty Shades of Red
  4. Why They're Here
  5. The Brick Gulch Chronicles
  6. Orange is the New Red
  7. Invaders from Another Mother
  8. The #1 Movie in the Galaxy: 3
  9. Club
  10. Call
  11. Consequences
  12. Fight the Good Fight
  13. Meta vs. Carolina: Dawn of Awesome
  14. Grey vs. Gray
  15. Caboose's Guide to Making Friends
  16. Head Cannon
  17. Get Bent
  18. Red vs. Blue: The Musical
  19. Mr. Red vs. Mr. Blue
  20. RvB Throwdown
  21. The Triplets
  22. The "Mission"
  23. Immersion: The Warthog Flip
  24. Red vs. Blue vs. Rooster Teeth

Orange is the New Red is the sixth episode of Red vs. Blue: Season 14. It aired on June 12, 2016 for sponsors, June 13th, 2016 for Rooster Teeth site users, and June 19, 2016 for the general public. It is the 291st episode overall.

The episode, along with follow-up Invaders from Another Mother, was written and voiced by members of Funhaus, the Los Angeles arm of Rooster Teeth.

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Transcript[edit | edit source]

cuts to open space

Vic: Y'know, when most people talk about the Reds and the Blues, they're talking about my boys at Blood Gulch but, lot's of dudes forget that there's a bunch more primary coloured commandos all over the galaxy. And they're all idiots.

Cuts to a desert as a soldier is walking by and farts in his armor soon after.

Turf: Ooh. That one's gonna stink.

Drag: Dammit Turf, they all stink. Every single one always stinks.

Turf: Yeah, but this one reeaally stinks

Drag: We have the worst fucking CO.

Turf: That'll be five laps, Drag.

Drag: Ugh, yes sir.

Morgan: What's the point of this stupid helmet if it doesn't keep the own smell of your farts out

Sue: You just picked the wrong helmet Morgan. I can't smell anything and I look cool as hell. Oh yeah mmm ooh check that ass yeah check my ass yeah

Sue starts stretching

Morgan: Colonel, Turf, sir, we've been serching this desert for hours, there's no way we're gonna find any Blues out here.

Drag stops running and is tired

Drag: Morgan's right, Turf. Plus even if we did find some Blues--

Morgan: Which we're not.

Drag: I'm not sure anything could survive out here for more than a day or so.

Turf: I'm sorry, but was that five laps, Lieutenant?

Drag: Sir, I'm carrying a pound of sand between my buttchecks and i am literally covered head to toe in armour.

Turf: That's a personal problem, Lieutenant, and this is a professional situation. We have an assignment: to eradicate the Blue--

Turf is silenced as someone is communicating through the radio Sue: Sir! Santos is calling from the ship.

Turf: Uuuuggghh. This is Colonel Turf. What's wrong, Santos?

cuts to a ship in space

Santos: How come everytime I check in on you guys, you always assume something's wrong?

Morgan: Tell him it's because something usually is wrong.

Turf: Everything's fine down here, no sign of anything. How's everything on the ship?

Santos: Ug, well, there's no wine bars, I can tell you that.

Drag: He says that every time.

Morgan: And it's never funny.

Turf: Well, hold on, it was a little bit funny the first time.

Sue: Why would they put a wine bar on a spaceship?

Drag: Exactly. It doesn't make any sense. Spaceships don't have wine bars, so why is he so surprised?

Turf: It's absurdist humour, it doesn't have to make sense that's the joke.

Sue: Yeah. But why would they put a wine bar on a spaceship?

Santos: Forget it, you guys are always shitting on my dreams.

Morgan: Your dreams suck.

Turf: Santos, get on with it.

Santos sigh's

Santos: I just wanted to let you know that we think we may have fixed the ship's artificial vocal modulator.

Turf: So, we'll be able to communicate with the ship's AI.

Morgan: That's right!

Drag: Great, someone new to argue with.

Morgan: Wait, how'd you even do that?

Santos: I just read the manual.

Morgan: Huh. Advanced alien races really think of everything.

Turf: Okay. We're gonna beam back to the ship

Santos: Okie dokie. I'll let cherry know

Turf: Uh, who?

Santos: Cherry I need you!

Cherry: Of course, Major Santos. What do you need?

Santos: Can you beam back Turf, Drag, Morgan and Sue from the desert?!

Cherry: Chew? The desert, sir? Unfortunately, I don't have a psychical mouth, so i cannot--

Santos: No. Sue from the desert! Teleport them back.

Cherry: Oh. Yes. Of course sir. Initiating process now.

Santos: Thank you!

Cherry: You... don't have to yell, sir

Santos: Oh. Sorry!

Turf: Ready up. We're headed back to the ship.

Drag: *sigh* I hate this part. It feels like someone crams a big electric rod up my--

  • quiet screaming*

Cherry: All soldiers fully transported.

Santos: Thank you Cherry.

Cherry: Word up.

Morgan: I can't believe you named her Cherry.

Santos: Its cause she's so sweet!

Morgan: She belongs to an alien race bent on the eradication of OUR species.

Cherry: That was the old me. The new me is happy to serve you, feeble human scum.

Santos: Aw, see?

Turf: Is everyone okay?

Drag: I think I just pooped more sand than poop.

Turf: Role call! Lieutenant Drag, Major Santos, Private Sue, Private Peake, and...

Drag: This is my favourite part.

Turf: Captain Morgan.

  • laughter*

Morgan: Seriously? Every day we do this, and every day all of you laugh.

Drag: It's always funny!

Turf: Alright. Settle down, settle down. Listen up boys.

Cherry: Ahem.

Turf: *sigh* And lady.

Drag: Do alien AI constructs have genders?

Sue: Absolutely. Trust me.

Morgan: What does that... mean?

Turf: Enough! I understand your recent frustrations but as you all know, we have a directive! Our assignment is to destroy all the Blues, no matter the cost to ourselves.

Drag: Or our butts.

Santos: Think of the butts, Colonel.

Turf: Regardless, like any good leader, I am attuned to the moral of this squad. Ergo I prepared a presentation designed specifically to raise spirits and remind all of you exactly why you're here.

Sue: Oh, give me three minutes, I'm gonna go make some popcorn!

Santos: Wait, we have popcorn?

Drag: Of course we do. It's popcorn, not a fucking wine bar.

Santos: Someday...

Turf: Well, as I'm sure you already know, we're unit FH57. A group of Red soldiers who battled for months against the unit AH13. Naturally, we defeated them--

Santos: Hang on. WE didn't really defeat them. Cherry did.

Turf: Okay, fine. So we kind of defeated the Blues. During a routine observation mission, Private Sue reported seeing a bright object appear in the sky. Approximately three minutes later that object came crashing down directly onto the Blue base. Upon further inspection we discovered that the noise we heard was in fact an alien spacecraft with a horrible sense of direction.

Cherry: That incident was USER error, thank you very much.

Turf: When we inspected the wreckage, we found that the alien crew, as well as every member of the Blue squad, was dead.

Peake: Uuuhh, about that...

Turf: Private, please do not interrupt the presentation. These slides do not make themselves.

Drag: Poor little guys.

Turf: Poor little nothing! Thankfully for us the spaceship remained intact and... Cherry was kind enough to let us come aboard.

Cherry: It was the least I could do after the crash. Uh, that was entirely user error, as I mentioned before!

Turf: So, was it our plan to have a giant spaceship crash down on the Blue base? No. But, did we capitalise on that opportunity like a couple of badass soldiers and transfer that seemingly in this battle without cerulean enemies?

Drag, Santos, & Peake: Hell yeah!

Sue: Yeah!

Morgan: Uh, not to be a downer, but that was months ago. Since then, we've just been wandering around in this ship searching for Blues with nothing to show for it.

Drag: Morgan's right. It might be our mission to seek out and destroy any Blues we find, but we can't find any Blues.

Sue: And I'm all out of popcorn!

  • alarm sounding*

-Morgan: Uh, what's that?

-Santos: Cherry?

-Cherry: New location identified! Scanning for life forms.

Cherry: Life forms detected!

Turf: Mother of God.

Simmons: You ever wonder why we're here?

Grif: It's one of life's great mysteries, isn't it? Why are we here? I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a God, watching everything? Y'know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don't know, man, but it keeps me up at night.

Simmons: What? I mean why are we here, in this canyon.

Morgan: Well I'll be damned.

Turf: Where there's Reds, there's Blues.

Tucker: What are they doing?

Church: What?

Tucker: I said, what are they doing now?

Church: God damn I'm getting so sick of answering that question!

Tucker: You have the fucking rifle! I can't see shit, don't bitch at me because I'm not going to just sit up here and play with my dick--

Church: Okay, okay, look.

Turf: Blue's back on the menu, boys!

Turf: Role call!

Morgan: Oh no.

Turf: Captain Morgan!

  • laughing*

Morgan: *sigh* God dammit.

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Trivia[edit | edit source]

  • The title of the episode is a reference to the popular snowclone expression "[X] is the new [Y]", as well as the Netflix series Orange is the New Black (whose title follows the same template).
  • Scenes from Why Are We Here? are reused in this episode.
  • Cherry's tendency to confuse worded orders is a reference to the Apple-made program Siri, infamous for frequently misunderstanding verbal commands.
  • Captain Morgan is a reference to the brand of rum with the same name, of which the rest of the team makes fun of him for during roll call.
  • It is implied that Sue somehow had sex with Cherry.
  • The Red Team FH57 and the Blue Team AH13 are references to Funhaus and Achievement Hunter, respectively.

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