Turk: Okay, all we have to do here is kill space goblins.
Janitor: And what's my motivation?
Turk: You're motivation is to kill space goblins.
Janitor: Yeah, but like killing them because I hate them or because I don't share their space goblin values?
Turk: Whatever you want. Good shot. What are you doing?
Janitor: I'm taking a few moments to speak on behalf of our fallen adversary.
Turk: Are you kidding me right now?
Janitor: Forgive me, space goblin. If it weren't up for the novice level setting and the ten cups of coffee I had earlier today, you might have bested me this day in the marsh of Kothrick. We're not too different, you and I. Despite your arm-mounted cannon and your insatiable taste for human flesh.
Turk: You realize that while you're talking, his alien friends are shooting you in the face, right?
Janitor: Well, well that was just rude. Get some!