SCHLOCK: You've got a maser. Cut through the hatch!
ENNESBY: I'm not going to melt a hole in the hull of the station, Sergeant.
SCHLOCK: If you won't then I will.
ENNESBY: With what? The last time I checked you had been deprived of your plasgun and that piece you pulled off of--
SCHLOCK: *interrupting* 'Piece pulled off' sounds about right.
ENNESBY: Oh for the love of chrome. Stop that.