| John: Pick up your toys! |
416 |
| Dave: Receive transfer from John. He has plenty. |
375 |
| Rose: Retrieve arms from... |
392 |
| WAIT. TAKE THAT. THE ROBOT GOES CRAZY. |
429 |
| SO IN THE BITCHES. |
416 |
| John: Bone up on Nannaquin, see what's inside! |
448 |
| John: Attempt to open cans. |
418 |
| PM?: Prepare to tidy up. |
405 |
| John: Proceed to second gate. |
412 |
| Years in the present... |
404 |
| Jade: Combine Charles Dutton and sooth specs. |
381 |
| John: Fondly regard desert night. |
463 |
| Rose: Prepare for a new friend. |
424 |
| Months in the car. |
412 |
| LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. WE HAVE A SUPERIOR WEAPON. |
408 |
| And pages and pages. |
459 |
| Roxy: Succumb to unfathomable bloodlust. |
402 |
| John: Look at the other half of your own pee for the citizen cans. |
394 |
| John: Spy in the future... |
375 |
| AR?: Doff your hat in disgust. |
399 |