Atrocitus: Tell me the code to the lighthouse. Now.
Byth: For two thousand...
Zilius Zox: Money? You dare haggle with Lord Atrocitus as if he were a stinkin' lop fruit vendor?
Byth: One thousand?
Zilius Zox: He did come down 50%, Master. That's a pretty good deal.
Razer: What's wrong, Bolloxian? Claustrophobic?
Kilowog: No. I just don't like small, close spaces, okay?
Razer: I reserve the right to say, "I told you so" if we get out of here.
Hal: Oh, yeah, you especially should get mad when someone breaks the rules.
Kilowog: Oh, yeah, you especially should get mad when someone breaks the rules.
Bleez: What are your orders?
Atrocitus: Report to your squadrons to prepare for our invasion of Guardian Space.
Zilius Zox: What? Uh, I mean to say, my Lord, that your lack of temper at Bleez's totally incompetence was delightfully inspected. But why?
Atrocitus: Never question me, Zilius.