- Dr. Maria Leonardo: So how you been Sheriff?
- Sheriff Jack Carter: I can't complain, can't complain. Nice, nice blooms you got.
- Dr. Maria Leonardo: Thank you.
- Douglas Fargo: [looks at his PDA] Uh, oh. We have a tiny problem.
- Holly Marten: Uh, oh.
- Douglas Fargo: No, no. Tiny, the robot. She exploded. I have to go look into it.
- Jack Carter: I'll find Huggins.
- Henry Deacon: And I'll get Grace, and we'll identify the hot spots.
- [They run out]
- Douglas Fargo: I'll just sit here. Alone. Not having sex.
- Allison Blake: Now that we're involved, I had to file an I.A. 248 with the D.O.D.
- Jack Carter: An I.A... .?
- Allison Blake: It's the form required for our "intimate alliance".
- Jack Carter: There can't be a form for that!
- Jack Carter: You've overloaded the evacuation chamber. It's found its way through the vents and into the soil. Now we got sinkholes and ethane fog popping up all over town.
- Huggins: I made ethane fog? Uh, was it thick? 'cause, you know, I never really got the mix-...
- Jack Carter: Not the point!
- Jack Carter: Who is he to judge us? What, is he some sort of mid-level paper pusher from D.O.D.?
- Dr. Warren Hughes: Actually, our office intends to go entirely paperless by 2016. I'm vice chair of the green team.
- Holly Marten: My suit--it's losing pressure!
- Douglas Fargo: Your tank must've been damaged.
- Holly Marten: I'm gonna die on Titan without leaving main street.