Adventures In Space
(dons the Sigourney Weaver mask)
Houston, we have a problem
She's breaking up! I can't hold altitude!
Stop opening the pod bay doors, Hal.
I can’t
It decided our fate in a microsecond...
We’re not going to make it, are we?
That’s no moon… it’s a space station
Luke, I am your faaaaaaaather
Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker…
Revenge is best served up cold in spaaaaaace
They’re like locusts… moving from planet to planet
Nuke ‘em. Let’s nuke the bastards.
We will not go quietly into the night…
Powering down
Sleep, the final frontier
Take us home, Number One
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