MINKOWSKI: As far as anyone's concerned, we've been dead for years. MINKOWSKI: They have no intention of ever letting us leave this place alive.

EIFFEL: All right, here I am, let’s get this - OHMYGOD you were being serious?!? MINKOWSKI: Of course I was being serious! Why the hell would I lie about something like this?

(And then it hits them all. Massive wave of relief.) EVERYONE: The plant monster took the screwdriver!

EIFFEL: She sounds awesome. MINKOWSKI (at the same time): She sounds terrible. (They exchange looks)

LOVELACE: I assume this is your friendlier, cuddlier version of the whiskey speech? MAXWELL: (to Jacobi) Oh, God, he gave them the whiskey speech?

MAXWELL: Maybe I saw you as a friend, but the Colonel and Daniel were family.

KEPLER: How much… of that… completely asinine story contains even a modicum of truth?

MAXWELL: Because you're a person. HERA: Ha-ha. Very funny. MAXWELL: Really. No one expects perfection. That's never been the point. You're here to be a member of this crew.

HERA: As it turns out I actually quite like outer space. And you can't say it's not interesting. HERA: And I like this music.

EIFFEL: What? You said this little check-up would only last an hour! HILBERT: You have been here six minutes.

MAXWELL: Sorry Eiffel! Tiny bit of a rush. Just dealing with a bit of a... grenade.

HILBERT: Never fails! Pryce and Carter six fourteen: “When in doubt, whip it out - ‘it’ being hydrochloric acid.”

MINKOWSKI: It's a... Lamp. It built - it built itself a night light out of old scraps of metal and wire. I guess it...it just didn't want to be in the dark.

JACOBI: Eiffel, don't touch red button. EIFFEL: Aww... (BEAT.) JACOBI: Eiffel! Stop thinking about touching the red button. EIFFEL: Aww...

HERA: I don't think you're just an experimental meatbag. For what it's worth.

SELBERG/HILBERT (on recording): Always happy to be of assistance.

LOVELACE: You once put an airborne sedative in the air vents that go to Eiffel and Hilbert's quarters? MINKOWSKI: Oh, you bet I did.

JACOBI: Oh yeah. Maxwell and I have never wanted to take a look at the Colonel's classified files. (snaps fingers) Try to keep up.

ERIS: No. This is what they made me for. I did it, and now I'm done. This doesn't have to be sad. LOVELACE: Yes it freaking does! Just because someone made you something doesn't mean that's all you're going to be. You can be more.

MINKOWSKI: Just drop it, okay? (Everyone silently sulks for a BEAT.) LOVELACE: But what if we didn't drop it?