- Ben Dixon: I don't think they believe us.
- Rick Hunter: It's probably the dishonest expression on your face, Ben.
- Ben Dixon: Hmm.
- Bron: [after getting beaten up in the women's restroom] Boy, Micronians certainly are a warlike culture!
- Roy Fokker: Where do you guys think you're going?
- Max Sterling: The radio said for all military personnel to report for duty.
- Roy Fokker: You had orders to stay behind, you nitwit! That doesn't apply to you guys.
- Rick Hunter: It wasn't an order!... specifically.
- Roy Fokker: Well, I'm making it an order, specifically! Return to your quarters, and make it fast.
- Rick Hunter: Gonna take on the enemy alone, huh?
- Roy Fokker: Maybe you'd rather report to the brig for insubordination?
- Max Sterling, Rick Hunter, Ben Dixon: Not really, sir. No thank you, sir!
- Roy Fokker: I'm glad you understand. Nobody likes a smart aleck!
- Ben Dixon: There goes a wonderful guy.
- Rico: It could be that there's something wrong with the uniforms we're wearing.
- Konda: I don't see any difference between our uniforms and theirs, do you?
- Bron: I don't believe there's any difference either, but just the same, I wish I had chosen something that was a little bit warmer around the legs!
- [the crowd. laughs]
- Rico: That's it! It's a female uniform you're wearing!
- Bron: Oh...
- Konda: Hey, come on. Let's get out of here, now!