Sir Alexander Dane: Could they be the miners?

Fred Kwan: Sure, they're like three years old.

Sir Alexander Dane: MINERS, not MINORS.

Fred Kwan: You lost me.

[Guy is panicking - as he's the only generic crew member onboard, he think's he's certain to die.]

Lt. Madison: Guy, you have a last name!

Guy Fleegman: DO I?! DO I?! For all you know, I'm just CREWMAN NUMBER 6!

Tommy Webber: Go for the mouth, the throat, his vulnerable spots!

Jason Nesmith: It's a rock! It doesn't have any vulnerable spots!

Guy Fleegman: I know! You construct a weapon. Look around, can you form some sort of rudimentary lathe?

[As the others are about to exit the ship onto a random planet.]

Guy Fleegman: Don't open that! Is there AIR?! You don't know!

Fred Kwan: [Sniffs air] Seems OK.