- Dirk Manus: [to himself] Slimy worm-fingered creep.
- [LAZY SUE lifts off]
- Quintesson: [to himself] Unlikable dry-skinned biped.
- Afterburner: Hit 'em, Nosecone! Hit 'em high!
- Nosecone: Actually, on consideration, a flanking movement might be more...
- Afterburner: Hit 'em hard!
- Nosecone: Just once, I wish you'd listen.
- Afterburner: You see that? Our guys are in trouble! We just gonna sit here or what? Let's do something!
- Nosecone: Well, one thing we should do is give this our considered attention, Afterburner, and not...
- Afterburner: Raaahhh!
- [AFTERBURNER transforms to cycle mode and rushes out of the TECHNOBOT base]
- Nosecone: ...rush off half-cocked?
- Lightspeed: Well, now, I would say Afterburner didn't want to hear what you were saying.
- Lightspeed: Saturn's rings... I can't believe I'm finally out here.
- Strafe: Say something, Lightspeed?
- Lightspeed: Daydreaming, Strafe. Or maybe I should say 'stardreaming'.
- Strafe: Uh-huh.
- Dirk Manus: Sorry, Faireborn, if you weren't who you are, and if I weren't who I am, maybe we could have had something special. But-we'll never know, will we?
- Dirk Manus: A triple cross! While I was planting a bomb on the Recreator, they planted one on Lazy Sue! This stinks!
- Dirk Manus: Yo, Faireborn!
- [Dirk runs up to Marissa]
- Dirk Manus: You're fantastic.
- Marissa Faireborn: Yes. So are you, Dirk.
- [punches Dirk]
- Marissa Faireborn: Uhh!
- Dirk Manus: Ohh! What was that for?
- Marissa Faireborn: Want a list?