“Excuse me, Captain. Are you two going to weep salty tears of admiration over a helmet all night, or do we have matters to discuss?”

“Remember this? You gave it to me for ensuring your trigger finger got reattached to your hand. You said it would remind me of that spark of decency inside me. I'm trying to do something decent now, Captain.”

“I'm LEP. A captain. No rent-a-cop gnome is going to stand in the way of my orders.”

“Look at those two. Wasting time. You wouldn't catch me doing that.”

“Onscreen, Foaly rubbed his eyelids with his index fingers."Yeah, yeah. Here we go. Captain Short goes rogue once more. Hands up who's surprised. Anyone?”

“If things go badly for me tonight, I want you to stay with Mr. Wynter; he will pay you a decent wage.”“Will he make me bathe?”“No, he will debate the matter with you until you decide to wash.”“Ah. One of those.”

“That's the last order I'll ever give you Captain. Don't you dare ignore it.”