(Under her breath.) We outnumber, out-gun, and /out-hand/ him. We might as well know what he's doing.

Captain. March. That's an order. (Her gun stays trained on Kepler's head.)

(Minkowski snarls and takes a cautious step towards Kepler.) Shut up.

Lovelace. Be nice. Doctor, any ideas?

We need to get out of here. Quickly, and quietly. (Her eyes dart over to the air vent in the ceiling as a plan begins to form.)

Suuuuuure. /Sweet./

I know, right? So hospitable.

I mean, it's not like it's /my ship/ or anything!

That's what I'm saying!

Why would I need to /know/ that?

It is not my fault you wrapped a carton of cigarettes in the bi flag.

Lucky guess. And, they /reek/.

If you want your flag back, come and get it, wise guy.

Oh yeah? Then I'm keeping the flag.

I am, actually! And the flag will look awesome on the wall above my trash can. Where your cigarettes are.

I am literally just as gay as you! I- fine. I won't toss them out /yet/.

No! I'm not! God, why has everyone assumed-

/I drive a goddamn Subaru/

Half of my civilian clothes are flannels. I could not be more of a stereotype.

Just because I'm married doesn't mean I'm straight! I mean... If I'm even /married/ anymore-