- [Mariner realizes the captain - her mom - is trying to get her to quit the Cerritos by promoting her and giving her annoying tasks]
- Lieutenant Beckett Mariner: You know, I get what you're trying to do here, and it is sick!
- Captain Carol Freeman: I'm doing exactly what I need to. It's called being a captain.
- Lieutenant Beckett Mariner: No, it's called being a dick!
- [Mariner is reporting to the captain's ready room]
- Captain Carol Freeman: [mockingly] Mariner, heh, care to share a status update?
- Lieutenant Beckett Mariner: I don't know; we're towing a rusted old ship full of mummies.
- Captain Carol Freeman: If you don't feel like you fit in here, I could find you a post on another ship.
- Lieutenant Beckett Mariner: Hmm, no thanks.
- [turns to leave]
- Captain Carol Freeman: Don't forget: all senior officers are meeting up later for Ransom's birthday. It's mandatory. He's going to sing and play acoustic guitar... for *hours*.
- [Mariner cringes]
- Captain Carol Freeman: And the songs, oh ho, well he wrote them. They're all about the month he lived
- [whispered with accent]
- Captain Carol Freeman: in Barcelona.
- [Ransom is flirting with a female officer. He has his leg clocked up on the captain's seat, much like Riker did in TNG]
- Commander Jack Ransom: You know, there's no peninsula more sensual than the Iberian.