Randy: You picked the wrong guy to mess with, Harry. Oh, yeah! I was born with teeth, baby!
[Harry sneezes and the tape flies off his mouth]
Harry: I'm sorry. Do you have any more tape?
Randy: No.
Harry: Do you want me to try and put this piece back on?
Randy: Put a sock in your blow-hole, Shamu!
Harry: I'm sorry, Randy. It's just that I'm not used to- [voice quavers] Incoming message from the Big Giant Head.
Randy: Whoa, whoa, whoa, you goin' Hulk on me?!
Harry: Due to your High Commander's failure to submit your report in a timely manner, your interplanetary mission is now subject to audit.
Randy: What the hell?
Harry: Remember, your human bodies are property of the Big Giant Head and can be revoked at any time.
Randy: Hot diggity damn! This ain't no normal runt. I got me a bona fide freak! There could be money in this! Oh, yeah!