GEN. TAGON: Son, you've got more than one ship under your command.
TAGON: Not this again. Dad, we're selling them in about twenty minutes.
GEN. TAGON: You're not selling all of them.
TAGON: Neosynchronicity isn't mine to sell. Ennesby stole that all by himself.
ENNESBY: That's right. Vanilla helix growpramming for the flexible win.
So... where's this squadron going after we sell off the brain-dead?
GEN. TAGON: You see my point?