- Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mr. Cowboy?
- Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.
And you, my friend, are responsible for delaying my rendezvous with Star Command!
Nine million terrorists in the world and I gotta kill one with smaller feet than my sister.
That wasn't flying! That was falling with style!
To infinity, and beyond!
- Attention, whoever you are, this channel is reserved for emergency calls only.
- No fucking shit, lady! Does it sound like I'm ordering a pizza?