- Airtight: You know, Footloose, I think Adm. Ledger showed exceptional judgment in assigning us to head this cube-chasing detachment. You and I are a uniquely capable combination, don't you think?
- Footloose: Like, makes no never mind to me, Airtight. I'll just mellow out until we hit the City of the Dead.
- Airtight: I'm gonna use this time to double-check my computations on fuel consumption... . Nine point two times five point oh...
- Roadblock: You, button your lip and fly this ship, and you, on your toes or I'll mash your nose! You two dingbats never headed a mission before. Well, that's why Adm. Ledger put me in charge. So shape up now, or this goes pow.
- Airtight: Uh, right, Roadblock!
- Footloose: Y-yes, sir! Right away sir!
- Airtight: We're on our way!
- Alpine: Major Bludd's heading for that charming, frozen confection, that jagged, iced peak called the Mountain of Glass, and we're gonna climb it, Bazook, hand over hand, dangling in space, thousands of feet in the air. Ain't that excitin'?
- Bazooka: No. Sickenin'.
- Alpine: Why you say that?
- Bazooka: Fallin'.
- Alpine: Oh, well don't worry. We won't do that part.
- Flint: Thanks for letting us establish temporary headquarters on your carrier, Admiral Ledger.
- Adm. Ledger: Temporary is the word to remember, Flint. I run a tight ship, and that doesn't leave much room for visitors, even when they're friendly--but especially when they're female.
- Lady Jaye: Women aren't bad luck at sea, Admiral. That's just an old Navy superstition.
- Adm. Ledger: Old Navy is just what I am, ma'am. I've been at sea so long, whales ask me for directions.