Preed: My scanners are showing a veritable cornucopia of nothing.
Cale: Everyday I wake up and it's still the present. The same grimy, boring present. I don't think this "future" thing of yours exists.
Korso: You back-stabbing.
Preed: Well, I learned from the best.
Cale: Maybe I've been wrong all these years, and it's taken your inspiring speech to make me see it. You've really changed me. It's beautiful. I think we've gotta hug.
Akima: You can't call a planet "Bob."
Cale: So now you're the boss. You're the King of Bob.
Akima: Can't we just call it "Earth"?
Cale: No one said you have to live on Bob.
Akima: I'm never calling it that.
Cale: Do you hear a crackling sound?
Preed: Fight the good fight, precious.
Stith: Preed, I'll kill you! Okay? I will kill you!
