Langley: This sucks! We stole it (turns to Frohike) What the hell are you doing?
Langley: (into 'bug') Testing, one two three. You bitch!
Frohike: Next time leave the crack pipe at home
Frohike: Looks like your old man had alot of friends in high places
Langley: Yeah, maybe we could plant a few bugs on them (Frohike shoots him a look) Or. . . maybe now is not the time
Salvage Guy: You're Bertram Byers?
Byers: Uh. . .yeah
Salvage Guy: Date of birth, January 30, 1934
Frohike: Viagra
(Frohike falls in the mud)
Langley: That octium chip is ours. Give it the hell back
Byers: Frohike, we almost had it
Frohike: We almost had our asses fried
Langley: Our asses are fried
Langley: Where are you going?
Frohike: To unfry our asses
Frohike: I know who you really are, Sugar
Bertram: Kiss you're asses good-bye
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