Black Lady Victim: AAAUGH! I dreamed I was Chinese, and a guy turned inside-out!
Joshua: Cool! We'll take your weird-dream-causing DNA, thank you!
Fifth Column: Erica, we need a pithy metaphor to guide us.
Erica: We're going to put a turd in their genetic punchbowl.
Fifth Column: Good one!
Joshua: It turns out that WASN'T a dream, and one of our test subjects in Beijing DID turn inside-out.
Anna: Excellent. Another opportunity to obsess over Tyler, Lisa, Mendoza and my queen-egg-blob.
Joshua: You left out Freak Girlie.
Anna: With so many nefarious plans, a girl loses count.
Anna: Oh, come ON, Lisa! "Get it on with a Spaniard" is a hurdle that's six inches high!
Lisa: Nine inches, I'm hoping.
Thomas: Anna, there's a problem with a little-girl live-aboard named Jennifer. Her mom's cranky.
Anna: Persuade her.
Thomas: I have tried, but, alas, the power of the turtleneck has its limits.
Erica: We're breaking into the supervirus lab. And Sid's coming.
Erica: Wear something red.
Jennifer's Mom: I have misgivings about your live-aboard program.
Anna: No worries! There's a Freak Girlie here for Jennifer to play with.
Jennifer's Mom: Actually, I was worried by the repeated use of the word "nefarious" in the Live-Aboard Brochure.
Ryan: I WUV you, Freak Girlie!
V Guard: Ryan, your visitation time is over ... perrrrrrmanently! Mwuh-ha-ha-haaaa!
Ryan: Way to telegraph, chump! [SMACK!] [DISARM!]
V Guard: [POOF!]
Ryan: And now Joshua: Cure Freak Girlie of her agonizing pain.
Joshua: Would if I cared.
Ryan: You've forgotten who you are. A punch in the nose will restore your human emotions.
Joshua: Such pain!
Ryan: See? It worked.
Erica: Here we are at the supervirus lab. Let's get this stealthy operation going.
[BANG!] [SHATTER!] [KLAXON!] [TASER!] [SCREAM!] [GUNPLAY!] [BLOODSHED!]
Erica: Hooray! Success!
Sid: I can't believe I lived through that!
Erica: Yeah, I'm a little shocked myself.
Jack: I've got moral objections.
Erica: Jack, you've got just one note to play, but you play it.
Jack: You mean, "but you play it well."
Erica: No, what I said.
Thomas: My queen, we can't find Ryan anywhere on this ship.
Anna: We can SEE heartbeats! Why is this so f*cking hard?!
Mendoza: Hello again!
Lisa: What sort of accent IS that?! Oh, never mind! [SMOOCH!]
Tyler: You there! Smooching my girl! I'm gonna punch your face inside-out!
Chad: Here's the list of new live-aboards to infect with the supervirus.
Jack: And here are those same moral objections.
Erica: In the Army, when they gave you an order, what did you do?
Jack: They never gave me orders. Even back then, I had a relevance problem.
Hobbes: There's our target, and I've poisoned his coffee.
Erica: Your ruthlessness is such a turn-on.
Joshua: That inside-out thing is incurable.
Anna: Cure it.
Joshua: Will do.
Tyler: You, smooching a Spaniard?! What the hell, girl?!
Lisa: Oh, think it through! At this point, you're such an ignoramus, it's directly impacting the plot.
Tyler: Oh, Lisa! There's so much inside me that I want to show you.
Lisa: If they can't cure this this thing, I'm sure you will. 'til then, buzz off, Pugsley.
Joshua: This newbie has a virus.
Anna: Let's overreact. Killing all the newbies will tip our hand.
Joshua: That's my girl!
Ryan: Lisa, help me spring my daughter.
Lisa: Let's go down to the dungeon, for some reason.
Ryan: *gasp!* The prior queen!
Diana: *ahem* Bliss. Rescue. Valuable on the ground. Hybrids.
Ryan: We've heard all this before.
Diana: Invisible escape pod. That's something new.
Chad on TV: Good evening. Tonight's headline: Fifth Column totally muffed it.
Fifth Column: Did any good come out of this?
Erica: Of course. Our organization, which thrives on secrecy, has gotten lots of publicity!
Fifth Column: Cool. What's our bold, new course of action?
Jack: Whine, whine, whine.
Erica: That brow of yours is always creased. Is that a makeup effect?
Ryan: Goodbye, Freak Girlie. I'd rescue you if I had even a whiff of character consistency.
Not-Invisible Escape Pod: [WHOOSH!]
Anna: Thomas, even though you couldn't find a known fugitive aboard this ship you live on, I want you to track down the mysterious, new Fifth Column leader, who could be anywhere on the planet.
Thomas: Piece o' cake.
Diana: Success, blah-blah-blah. Emotions, blah-blah-blah. Weakness, strength-- *cough!*
Lisa: I'll go tell Marcus. Evidently, he lives for this sort of blather.
Hobbes: Hi. I'm Australian, and I have booze.
Erica: Works for me! [SMOOCH!] [UNDRESS!]
Hobbes: Wow, spectacular t*ts!
Hobbes: I meant mine.
Joshua: My queen, you requested ... a low-key ending this week?
Anna: Yes. Cure Tyler here of the inside-out-iness.