F.B.I. Agent: Sir, we have a national security matter.
Rockhound: Good for you.
Man, what are you doing with a gun in space?Chick
Chick: I've never told anyone this before, but I hate flying. So it would be an awful shame to die now.
Rockhound: You think that's bad? I owe 100 grand to a fat-ass loan shark which I spent on a stripper named Molly Mounds.
Chick: Boy, that's bad.