Waiter: There you go, Captain. Real coffee.
Bridger: I don't suppose the refill is free.
Waiter: Not since beans hit $250 a kilo. I'll run a tab.
Brody: All due respect, sir, but the biggest crisis Miranda colony's ever had is running out of herbal tea.
Bridger: Are you sensing something from the colony?
Smith: Fear, despair, a lot of rage. Like a Canucks hockey game without a referee.
Bridger: Will your gills work at this depth?
Piccolo: If it means me getting out of night duty, you bet they will, sir.
Lucas: Okay, I believe you. Virtual reality wouldn't be this wet.