The Star Command Breakroom

Mira and XR: *arguing* Mira: What is wrong with you? XR: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a programmed predisposition for anxiety and depression. Mira: Oh! Me too, actually.

Warp Darkmatter: He's no good to me dead! Zurg: I'll pay you... Warp: Pay me what? Zurg: Money... Warp: Done.

Mira: Think you can answer some questions without your usual level of sarcasm? XR: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

Buzz: Give me one good reason I shouldn't obliterate you this very moment! XR, holding up hands in a plea: Okay, okay... XR: I'm baby.

Commander Nebula: WHY IS THERE A 300-PAGE INCIDENT REPORT TITLED "Oops" ? XR: Administrative efficiency. Commander Nebula: THERE ARE CRAYON DRAWINGS. Booster: Visual aids.

Buzz: You don't want to kill me. I know there's good in you, Warp. Warp: Or maybe I just want to unleash chaos over the galaxy with my ex-best friend. Buzz: My theory is better.

Mira: Permission to speak freely, sir? Buzz: Granted. Mira: That plan was terrible. Buzz: It worked. XR: Against all available evidence.

Buzz: I'm so glad we're on the same page. Ty Parsec: Same page? We are not reading the same book! We are not even in the same library!

XR: Buzz, I've been thinking... Mira: That's good, XR. It's never too late to start. XR:... Mira:... Buzz: Please continue.

Mira: Don't overreact. Booster, digging his grave and shoveling dirt on himself: I'm not.

Buzz: Commander, I have a plan. Commander Nebula: Is it a good plan? Buzz:...it's a plan. Commander Nebula: *quietly orders medics and backup*