General Treister : I have the pee-pee cancer, and there ain't a thing on Earth anybody can do to fix me. Son, I'm fixing the shuffle of this mortal coil.
[Treister climbs in a torpedo tube]
Hunter Gathers : Wait a minute, what the hell are you doing?
General Treister : DO NOT LET GO OF THAT WHEEL BOY! THEY'RE 2000 SOULS ON-BOARD!
Hunter Gathers : What about the OSI? You worked your whole life for this place, General. Now you're just gonna abandon it?
General Treister : Na. From where I sit, it looks like the ol' gal is in pretty good hands. Took guts to bust out the nest and go off on your own, son. Took balls to... cut your balls. Even without them your got more true grit man-moxy-on-tap than any of these yes-men and bureaucrats been running the place.
Hunter Gathers : No, General, I'm not...
General Treister : You'll do fine.
Hunter Gathers : Do not kill yourself you crazy bastard!
General Treister : Ain't killing myself son, I said there ain't nothing they can do for me on this Earth. But there is one thing might could cure me, ALIEN TECHNOLOGY!