Captain: Be extremely tired. Take the nukie in alive.

Captain: Loosen that grip just a little, would you?
Cyborg: Yes sir.
RedDwarf: Hhhhh... hhhhhh... You're a dead man, you know that?
Captain: Knees are getting a little creaky, sure, but I've still got some years.
Captain: I won't have you deny me that, at least. Now, let's talk.
RedDwarf: Got nothin' to say to you.
Captain: You've got plenty more years in you, from the sound of it, son. Don't waste them on this. You're capable. Company could find a good use for you, you know.
RedDwarf: I'm not selling out to you suits and your market cult. Not a peaceful life worth living.
Captain: I'll be the first to admit the Company makes some mistakes. Plenty of inefficiencies, plenty of greed. That's just how it is with any big organization. Can't change human nature, you know. But don't you think it's better to do a little good where you can?
Captain: Gears of society turn clean in some places, dirty other places. I'm a generous man. I make my charitable donations, I help folks in need, I keep a nice, proper medbay serving the crew.
RedDwarf: They won't do shit for you when I'm through with you. Gears greased with blood. Your station's gonna hollow this system out, bleed it dry for quarterly profits.
Captain: It's an opportunity on the frontier. There's a bit of opportunity for you too. Not like you couldn't find other evil, other places, with a little bit better pay.

HeadOfSecurity: You have been denied your valids. Commence Baby Rage pt 2, the Ragening. Just, y'know, internally. You like your job enough.