Jack Putter: We've got the chip.
Lt. Tuck Pendleton: All right.
Jack Putter: We're on the way to the lab.
Lt. Tuck Pendleton: All right.
Jack Putter: But I think they put someone in there with you.
Lt. Tuck Pendleton: All... what?
Victor Scrimshaw: In lieu of champagne, how about some real pain? Propane?
Mr. Wormwood: You've got a great future in front of you in Retail Food marketing, and I just hate to see you throw it all away by going psycho on us.
Rusty: And give that 'crippled Tomcat' story a rest. We've all heard it.
Lt. Tuck Pendleton: Oh, gosh, Rusty, you're right. 'Course, when MY moment of glory came, I didn't take a dump down the leg of MY flight suit.
Lt. Tuck Pendleton: When things are at their darkest, pal, it's a brave man that can kick back and party.
Dream Lady: Listen sweetie, I don't carry that kind of cash around with me.
Answer: Probably, but most likely it's because Jack's pod is fragile and wouldn't survive the shock wave heartbeats. The pod is experimental and built for scientific observation, not battle.