NARRATOR: On a spit of land half-covered in meat...
EBBY: Schlock, Murtaugh... we need to talk.
EBBY: A swarm of about three hundred and fifty missiles is descending on Bristlecone.
Elf says there is a "non-zero chance" we'll get stranded here.
SCHLOCK: "Non-zero" is a double negative.
SCHLOCK: *shouting* Aaaugh! We won't not get stranded!
MURTAUGH: There's a non-zero chance that the nuances of low odds are lost on you.