- Maria: Don't you like making love with me?
- Solo: Well, yeah, of course, Maria; but, I mean: just be two electro-magnetic equations humping each other: don't mean to be distressing, but the procedure's in your head, but not, your sensations. It was Jimi who fed them in.
- Maria: Mm; mmm; ok: So, who's this person, Jimi?
- Solo: He's the guy that thought us up.
- Maria: Oh.
- Maryann: I am light transport unit Maryann, back off you bastards or I'll blast you.
- [Joystick approaches the truck]
- Maryann: Didn't i tell you to back off shithead? I wouldn't dare touch me if I were you, you stupid son of a bitch.
- [Joystick starts hacking into the trucks security mainframe]
- Maryann: Just what the fuck are you doing anyway? Trying to kill yourself. There are 3,000 volts running under my paint job, would you like to feel that?
- Joystick: I'd love to feel that. Lady just stop talking, you just a crock of shit.
- Maryann: Just touch me and... stick your fucking head out,go on...
- [deactivates maryann]
- Joystick: Ok Jimi, Maryann welcomes you aboard.