TAGON: Hey, Tailor? Good job with the surgery. Thank you.
TAILOR: You're welcome, sir.
TAGON: Now, let's see you *shouting* fix my stupid helmet!
TAILOR: Sorry, sir. I... I don't know how to do that anymore.
TAGON: If we get back to the ship, you, me and the roboticist are going to have words.
GEN. TAGON: Short ones, with lots of consonants, I'm sure.