Saunders: You're too late, gentlemen!
Mike: This guy's a nutcake.
Locke: And dangerous. If we shoot him, he'll drop it.
Mike: Then we'll shoot it.
Saunders: In ten seconds, the virus will thaw.....
Locke: The laser!
Saunders: .....And there's nothing you can do about it!
Locke: I'm switching to automatic. The computer will do it. I'll give coordinates.
Locke: Computer connect.
Mike: We've only got one shot at this. Are you sure?
Locke: I'm sure.
Locke: Laser's marked target.
Saunders: Four..... [Mike switches the laser to manual at the last moment]
Locke: What the hell? Mike, what are you doing?
Mike: [snaps on the visor and target box] Trust me.
Saunders: One! [Mike shoots the laser, exploding the X-Virus and Saunders]
Mike: Sorry, Locke. I guess I just put more faith in hardware than software.
Locke: I guess the force was with you, Mike.