Hal: I called this meeting so we could assess our situation.
Razer: Easy. We'll be dead within a month.
Hal: How about we leave the tactical analysis to Sgt. Kilwog?
Aya: Asteroid progress delayed. We now have six hours until impact.
Kilowog: Yeah, great. We blew all our power doing it. Now when we go down there, our rings'll be running on fumes.
Hal: No one will mind that our rings are only partially charged as we rescue them.
Saint Walker: I am Saint Walker. And you are?
Razer: About to kick your smug rear.
Saint Walker: That is not a very pleasant name. Not in the least.
Razer: Taste the power of my ring!
Saint Walker: Rage has no real power, or taste for that matter. It's the orphan child of fear and despair.