NARRATOR: Aboard Bristlecone...
GEN. TAGON: Make her a sergeant.
TAGON: Are you kidding me? Dad, she's a complete unknown!
MURTAUGH: I'm right here.
GEN. TAGON: She's not U.N.S. Intel, and she's not trying to steal this ship back.
TAGON: How can you possibly know that?
MURTAUGH: Listening to every word, boys.
GEN. TAGON: I'm old, and I'm smart about a few things.
I've got her pegged as a knight errant, a ronin. She's a sullied paladin questing for redemption.
MURTAUGH: Gentlemen, I'm standing between you.
TAGON: Yes, but we're talking about you. Not to you.
MURTAUGH: Then I'll talk to you. Start me as a sergeant. I'll shadow another N.C.O. until I know the company ropes.
TAGON: Fine.
Chief Warrant Officer Thurl couldn't come along. The highest-ranking N.C.O. on board is Sergeant Schlock.
MURTAUGH: Sanctum maiori excrementum. Isn't Schlock the violent blob with the plasma cannon?
TAGON: Now he's the violent blob holding your rope. Sergeant.