Vinnie: *coughs* "Anyone else smell a truckload of armpits?"
Vinnie: "Wait a second, are you tellin' me we're stranded on an enemy planet, with no way back, bikes that don't work, and odds of ten billion to one?"
Throttle: "Pretty much."
Vinnie: "Wahaha, turtles eat your heart out!"
Throttle: "Oh man, its been way too long since I've been a good round of space chicken."