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Zane Ziminski: What's your point? There's always something that gives me false hope? That I'm wasting my life?
Char: I didn't say that. But you know, it's interesting that you did.
Phil Gordian: Zane, you don't look too good.
Zane Ziminski: I look like a can of smashed assholes.
Zane Ziminski: She's out of my bed, but still in my head.
Phil Gordian: If you can't tend to your own planet, you don't deserve to live here.
Zane Ziminski: What do I want to do? I want to blow a hole in your head and donate your organs to science, but I've got a few questions first.
Zane Ziminski: I come to you with the possibility of extra-solar life.
Calvin: They're acting like it never happened, it's like we never gave 'em any tape.
Zane Ziminski: Something is going on here, Char.
Zane Ziminski: Why are you telling them lies about me?
Calvin: There are some DOD guys here, going through our stuff...
Zane Ziminski: I don't know who those guys are, but I DO know that they're lying to you!
Ilana Green: Who Zane?
Ilana Green: I get so damned apocalyptic when I drink.
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