Dick: Harry, what are you doing?
Harry: Thinking. Learning. Observing the world outside the TV. And you know what I've observed? You. And you know what? You're not very good at your job.
Dick: I beg your pardon!
Harry: Let's review. What have you accomplished since we got here? Well, you got a rathole apartment, a used car, and you got lucky a few times.
Dick: 17!
Harry: 17. Well, the Big Giant Head's got to have a merit badge for that.
Sally: Got you there, Dick.
Harry: And you! You call yourself a security officer. Look at you! Since we got here, we've been robbed, mugged, threatened, and now some mental midget is making you feel all uncomfortable in the workplace. And all you can do about it is yak, yak, yak! [to Dick] You want your woman back, you go get her! Your boss is a moron, put your foot in his butt! We're an interstellar squad of superior beings, for God's sakes! Now quit your bitchin' and get out of the kitchen!