Janek:
Mr. Ravel, warm up the ion propulsion.
Meredith Vickers:
What the hell are you talking about?
Ravel:
Sir, burning the ion in the inner atmosphere...
Janek:
...turns us into a bullet. That is exactly the point.
Meredith Vickers:
The hell are you doing? Janek, this is my ship. I'm telling you to take us home!
Janek:
Vickers, I'm gonna eject your life support module onto that surface. That's two years of life. You want it, or you wanna stay with me? You got 40 seconds to get to the escape pod.
Meredith Vickers:
You're crazy!
Janek:
Gentlemen, I can handle this myself. Feel free to join Miss Vickers.
Ravel:
All due respect, captain, you're a shit pilot and you're gonna need all the help you can get.
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