The Gyro Captain: Don't touch please, that's a precision instrument.
Zetta: You're letting him go! Well, let's keep his vehicle at least!
Pappagallo: He fulfilled his contract. He's an honorable man.
Zetta: Ok, so who's going to drive the tanker?
Pappagallo: I am.
Curmudgeon: That's two thousand miles from here. How do you expect us to get it there? Drag it?
Pappagallo: If we have to, yes. There's always a way. But the first step... defend the fuel.
Big Rebecca: Words, just words. You'll die for a pipe dream.
Warrior Woman: Wrong, we fight for a belief. I stay.
The Captain's Girl: I wish it would work, Pappagallo. You can't expect to compete with that. Every day we get weaker while they get stronger. It's finished. I'm sorry.