Lieutenant Virgil:
It reeks. I can't get their rotten odor out of my system. Can't you smell it? It makes me sick to my stomach.

Hammer:
Heeeey, it's a girl... She might me cute, you know. Heh, heh...

Captain Matthews:
Heh, heh my ass, you sicko. Who the hell cares how she looks? She's dead.

Tony:
Exactly. Besides, she's facing the other way. It's a shame we can't meet face to face...

Lieutenant Commander Vanderkam:
You're all bunch of slackers.

KOS-MOS:
Furthermore... The escape pod has a maximum capacity of two occupants. I believe it is obvious who gets priority.

Shion Uzuki:
How could... How could you say that. Have you no conscience?

Albedo:
I see. So, what do you want me to do?

Commander Margulis:
The situation is proceeding as planned. Don't interfere with it for now. Of course, I can't imagine the Second Miltian government and the Kukai Foundation will simply hand it over. If the situation warrants, we may have to use... the Song of Nephilim.

Albedo:
Now this is a surprise. I thought you hated it with a passion.

Commander Margulis:
I'm just saying, that even your toys have their uses.

Albedo:
Then why don't you join me? We can enjoy the show together.

Commander Margulis:
Thank, I'll pass. I don't share your perverse taste in hobbies.

Albedo:
Yeah right, you gutless bastard.

Shion Uzuki:
KOS-MOS... I ought to put you on a diet!

Commander Margulis:
How are you feeling, 100-Series Realian? Is the food here unsatisfactory? Even Realians require nourishment, you know. Are the Federation's 100-Series Realians so ill-mannered that they don't even reply to simple questions?

MOMO:
I don't like that name.

Commander Margulis:
Well, my goodness, pardon me. And what would you like to be called, Miss 100-Series Realian?

MOMO:
I don't like strangers to be calling me by my name.

Shion Uzuki:
C'mon, Allen! Show them your gratitude.

Allen Ridgeley:
Ah... right.

Allen Ridgeley:
Thank heavens you were around to rescue us. We almost became space dust out there because of my stubborn boss here... Argh!

Lieutenant Commander Vanderkam:
Watch it, you slacker! Only authorized personnel are allowed up here! I've had three people vanish on me already.

Lieutenant Commander Vanderkam:
Get the hell out of here! My men'll start slacking off if they see bimbos like you around.

Shion Uzuki:
I'm so sorry.

Lieutenant Commander Vanderkam:
Who's the idiot that let civilians on this ship?

Lieutenant Commander Vanderkam:
What the hell are you staring at?

Lieutenant Commander Vanderkam:
Damn slacker!

Ziggy:
Are you ok?

MOMO:
Yeah, I'm built tougher then I look. What about you?

Ziggy:
Well... I built as tough as I look.

Shion Uzuki:
Is that why you gave me this PT cartridge? I mean... Do you have any idea what this thing is?

Miyuki Itsumi:
Of course!... Or so I like to claim, but I actually just transfered in, so I'm not really sure.

MOMO:
Ummm...

MOMO:
Are you a military Realian?

Ziggy:
No, an ex-human.

MOMO:
Ex-human?

Ziggy:
A cyborg. An ancient relic.

Ziggy:
I registered as an organ donor without much thought, and they resurrected me after my death.

MOMO:
That infamous Life Recycling Act, right?

Ziggy:
Yeah. The Species Preservation Act came about thanks to the mess that old law caused.

MOMO:
Umm... you still haven't... told me your name

Ziggy:
It's Ziggurat... 8.

MOMO:
Ziggurat... 8? you're a real human, but your name sound more like a model number.

Lieutenant Virgil:
Who? What does it matter? Or... do you need a name to describe me? A definition by words is merely a means to deceive oneself. It's meaningless before the truth. What matters is how you perceive things. The slightest shift, then life and death no longer have any meaning.

KOS-MOS:
Relinquish your pain unto me.