ELF: Even hidden behind your glasses, I know that look.
ELF: You're trying to figure out how much of the volume in these cylinders is not, in fact, gold, because they only weigh half a ton each.
What you should be doing is clearing a path to the missile rack, so my armor and I can stop hauling fifteen hundred kilos of mystery around the lab.
KEVYN: Courtesy before science? That's madness.
ELF: Madness that gets to share a bed, yes.