Chemist: Are they missing any limbs? I hate it when they have missing limbs.
Overdog: [Nicki has survived The Game, a maze full of lethal hazards] Congratulations!, you made it through!
Overdog: You have a very enviable life force, a life force you're going to share with me.
Nicki: But... you said if I made it through, I'm free.
[There is a pause, and the Overdog grins evilly]
Overdog: I lied, nobody goes free! Chemist, prepare the Fusion Tube!
Nicki: Us loners got to stick together.
Wolff: [Having just kicked and further broken an already malfunctioning comms computer] The communicator is out again.
Chalmers: That's because we need a new auto-correlation spectometer... not to mention a new drive systems regulator, a freon activator and, of course, a complete scan systems overhaul.
Wolff: [Looks Chalmers over with a lustful gaze] I'm still glad I bought you the nightshirt instead!
[to Chalmers, after she's ceased functioning]
Wolff: You were the best model they ever put out.