AMB. GAV: ...isting! They're twisting! Doc! It's starting!
BUNNI: Confirmed! I'm seeing enzyme production and ion transfer up and down the new fullerene matrices. He's doing it himself now.
BUNNI: Look at monitor six! We've got tendril activity behind the new eyes!
AMB. GAV: Sergeant! Are you in there?
SCHLOCK: Gav? What did you do to your... ungh, hang on.
BUNNI: Now look at monitor six! This is amazing!
SCHLOCK: Your hair's s'posed to be blue, right?
AMB. GAV: I get it. Color calibration! You're doing the ICC's job on the fly!
SCHLOCK: What icy sea? Where am I?
AMB. GAV: Sorry. Ancient history. Welcome back! I brought you some new eyes.
SCHLOCK: What happened to the old ones?
AMB. GAV: You don't remember?
SCHLOCK: Last thing I remember was letting myself get drunk.
BUNNI: That's what I was afraid of. I suppose we could throw you into a tub of imitation Ovalkwik and let you try to re-index the scraps we were able to save.
SCHLOCK: So the therapy for getting drunk is getting drunk again? I thought you were a real doctor.