- Pete Lattimer: [Pete is about to be attacked by three "possessed" Marines, and he has no escape] Uhh, umm... Ten-HUT!
- [the Marines immediately stop and stand at attention; Pete squints at them]
- Pete Lattimer: Really?
- Myka Bering: I don't suppose you packed any tear gas to get past the homicidal bridal party, did ya?
- Pete Lattimer: I left it in my other pants.
- Claudia Donovan: [shielding Steve with her body] Stop, sir, I beg of you. You would not raise your hand against a lady, would you?
- Private Johnson: I would never harm a woman, but I intend to kill this scurvy grayback.
- Claudia Donovan: 'Fraid not.
- [shoots him with her mini-tesla]
- Pete Lattimer: You know, I was really hoping I'd hate you.
- Amanda Lattimer: Pete.
- Myka Bering: Pete.
- Pete Lattimer: Ow! What? What? What I was trying to say was I wanted to hate him, but then, I saw him take on those Marines with the chair. That was... That was epic.
- Michael Martin: This one? This one, right here? Distinguished Valor in Combat Using Rental Furniture.
- Pete Lattimer: Ah. Nice.
- Pete Lattimer: Thanks!
- Amanda Lattimer: Don't thank me. Go save my fiancé.
- Pete Lattimer: That's something you rarely hear your ex-wife say.