|Rex: Here it is Stone, now where's my money?|
|Stone: Well, if it isn't Rex Nebular. What an unusual surprise.|
|Stone: I must have very poor sources Rex. I was informed you were, how do you say, dead.|
|Rex: Can it Stone, it hasn't been a fun trip. Just give me my money and I'll be on my way. Right now I'm a little late for a date with a mattress.|
|Stone: Would you like a drink, as if I don't know the answer?|
|Rex: Yeah, I'll take 75,000 Galactars on the rocks, straight up hard currency.|
|Stone: You've never been one to pull punches, Rex. I almost like that in a man.|
|Stone: You don't have a problem taking a check, do you?|
|Rex: No problem, as long as you own the bank they're drawn on, I'll take your checks.|
|Stone: Well, this certainly is a fine piece of art. Such fond memories.|
|Stone: So tell me Rex, did you have any trouble finding it?|
|Rex: Did I have any trouble?! You just stay seated and I'll tell you about this so called 'piece of cake' job you sent me on.|
|Rex: Finding the planet was easy, too easy in fact.|
|Rex: My mass detector was going crazy, so I had to be close.|
|Rex: There it is. OK probe, do your stuff.|
|Rex: Now let's get a little closer.|
|Rex: What the heck was what?|
|Rex: Now that's a big ship.|
|Officer: Target damaged sir. She's not going anywhere.
Major Karg: Good, move in and finish her off.
|Rex: Well, I've talked my way out of worse.|
|Rex: Slippery Pig calling large obnoxious vessle. Do you read?|
|Officer: Sir, the pilot is trying to speak with us.|
|Major Karg: On your monitor.|
|Officer: Yes Sir.|
|Rex: Hey, can't we talk this over? I'm only a tourist.
Major Karg: You have found our planet and you must die. Nothing personal.
|Rex: Planet, what planet? I don't know what you're talking about.|
|Rex: Now if you'd kindly stop shooting at me, I'll be on my way.|
|Officer: Positive weapons lock, sir.|
|Major Karg: Good, let's end this.|
|Slippery Pig: Sploosh|