“No one was listening.”
“Yeah, I know, no one was listening. That’s why I can make up anything I want.”
“I’m saying that for the benefit of Valen. He always seems to have problems with the legality of what I do.”
“Morality. Not legality, morality.”
“…And it keeps coming back to the same series of complex calculations.”
“867-5309?”
“What’s the worst that can happen?”
“Valen dies.”
“Mmm. I don’t know. I think the worst thing that can happen is that something goes wrong with the astrogation and we all die.”
“Have they met people from other planets…?”
“Are you asking?”
“Uh, no. ‘Hello! Is this first contact for you? Oh, whoops…'”
“The best thing we can do is locate their most important capitol building and hover over it…”
“…We’re just going to fly from planet to planet in the Unknown Region, uplifting them.”
“I should write that down. If only I had something to write down information about my character…”
“Could I interest you in this small, mossy garden I’ve grown in my shoes…?”
“Lead is non-ferrous…?”
“It is in space-lead.”
“Dura-lead?”
“Well, for subtlety’s sake, I definitely know where the back of the liquor cabinet is.”
“‘Aluminum Flagon’ is going to be the name of my next ship.”
“Or prog rock band.”
“However it works for you. Turns out, it’s all made up and it doesn’t matter.”
“…The points don’t matter?”
“That’s one point above Very Difficult.”
“…Very gullible?”
“Yes. You heard that correctly, dear.”
“‘Bring it, you rocky bitch,’ I believe was his last word.”
“Do I need to be worried about that dull thud I just heard?”
“Nah, Jerba’s fine.”
“Sense Life, and see if there’s life inside of there.”
“I can’t do that while I’m pulling it in telekinetically!”
“Well, once it’s already in here, check it!”
“Make it so.”
“Mixing your shows there.”
“It’s St. Patrick Stewart’s day. Let’s go!”
“Scanner.”
“Sense Force.”
“Sense Life.”
“Helloooooo!”