PETEY: You haven't picked up your diminished sergeant's habit for lacing ethanol with Ovalkwik, have you?
CAPT. KEVYN: No, no. I'm just a little amazed by the scale of what we're putting together.
CAPT. KEVYN: You don't just think fast. You think big.
PETEY: Not as big as whoever we're up against. The probes indicate that there are--
CAPT. KEVYN: *interrupting* Hold that thought...
CAPT. KEVYN: Where is my "diminished sergeant" anyway? I haven't seen him since we left the Serial Peacemaker.
HOTEL SECURITY (over comm): Doctor, this is Hotel Security. Would you be so kind as to come sedate your perambulatory dung ball before it starts in on the hotel's collection of chocolate vodkas?