Isabel: Max. You idiot. What are you trying to do to our poor clueless human parents?
Michael: So what's the deal? You're running low on cigarettes?
Max: There's an underground government storage facility under the convenience store.
Isabel: That's a surprise.
Max: Our ship is there.
Isabel: You mean our spaceship?
Max: It's been reassambled. I saw it with my own eyes.
Michael: I can feel Biology 101 slipping through my grasp.