- 2nd Officer: If you're Moon Zero Two, I wish you would sell that thing along with all the other space rubbish you collect!
- [disgusted by his drink]
- Kemp: What did you call this, pampas punch? It tastes like Tijuana brass polish.
- [Kemp pours a drink on his phone when he notices it's ringing]
- Harry: That's no way to treat a phone, friend.
- Kemp: I bought it a drink; what more can a man do?
- Harry: A gentleman wants a word with you.
- Kemp: You can tell him to go to hell instead.
- Harry: Mr. Hubbard wants to see you.
- Kemp: Old "Hundred Percent" Hubbard?
- [Harry nods]
- Kemp: Why didn't you say so? He can go 100% to hell.
- Kemp: If we're gonna play, we're gonna play by my rules!
- [flips the artificial gravity switch, so the bar fight is now happening in slow motion]