Kalgan: You're much more attractive with your mouth shut.
Kalgan: You meddling fool.
Pirates: Surrender, or be blown to astro-dust.
Kalgan: Take that, you space bitch.
Kalgan: It was cruel fate to be born in space, but I have vowed we will not die here. It is my destiny to set my feet upon a real world to accumulate wealth and power beyond our wildest dreams. I have offered the people of the Southern Sun a rich, new life, and now they have no alternative but to accept my generosity and alter course for Corona Borealis.
Ryder: Let's go out there and kick some ASS.
Kalgan: I'm being undermined by my own disciples.
Ryder: C'mon, move, move, move, move, move.