No matter what dimension you're in, there's a big-headed male trying to take over the world.

Good. Illegal is always faster.

It'll be messy, but after a day you'll be zipping around as though you were a thousand years old again.

You know, Miss Holly, you look very dramatic like that, backlit by the fire. Very attractive, if I may say so. I know you shared a moment passionne with Artemis which he subsequently fouled up with his typical boorish behavior. Let me just throw something out there for you to consider while we're chasing the probe: I share Artemis's passion but not his boorishness. No pressure; just think about it. This was enough to elicit a deafening moment of silence even in the middle of a crisis, which Orion seemed to be blissfully unaffected by.

I never tell anyone exactly how clever I am. They would be too scared.

Certainly, Doctor. Let's talk about your chair. Victorian?

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?