NARRATOR: "Once more unto moving traffic..."
ANDY: We're doing eighty meters per second, Lieutenant.
SORLIE: I'm cycling out through the airlock. I bet this won't even muss your, umm... ears.
MURTAUGH: You're not going to get out of the moving violation this time.
SORLIE: I won't be interfering with traffic this time. Chester bought me a scooter.
ANDY: Scooter...
MURTAUGH: No muss, but your ears are drooping.