Now here this: All officers to the bridge. Klingon battle-cruiser off the port bow. All officers to the bridge.

Uhh... What, exactly, are we gonna do now? –Now? We ride! (whip cracks)... That means we're riding now! This moment. (whip cracks)

Oh, we've all done the scarecrow. Big deal.

Listen all! This is the truth of it. Fighting leads to killing, and killing gets to warring. And that was damn near the death of us all. Look at us now! Busted up and everyone talking about hard rain! But we've learned, by the dust of them all... Bartertown learned. Now, when men get to fighting, it happens here! And it finishes here! Two men enter, one man leaves. –Two men enter, one man leaves! Two men enter, one man leaves! Two men enter, one man leaves!

I may see dead people but then, by God, I'd do something about it.

The last thing I want to be remembered as is an annoying blabbermouth. (chuckles) You know, nothing grinds my gears worse than some chowder-head who doesn't know when to keep his big trap shut. You catch me running off at the mouth, just give me a poke in the chops.

Never thought I'd have a date with an animal.

As always, should you or any member of your team be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions. This message will self-destruct in five seconds.

Yeah, I wanna touch 'em.

It is time for the slaves of Earth to recognize their masters. Seal off the city.