ChiefMedicalOfficer: Status report. Is everyone here fit for duty?
QuarterMaster: Yeah, no kidding. This shit sucks in space.
QuarterMaster: I'm out.
Captain:
ChiefMedicalOfficer, everyone fit for duty?
ChiefMedicalOfficer: No major injuries.
ResearchDirector's recovered,
ChiefEngineer has most of her good eye's vision back, I've fixed my stings.
Captain: Good work out there.
ChiefMedicalOfficer: You aren't fit for duty. Your heart and gut are torn up. We need to put you in the emergency sleeper on the escape shuttle or you'll keel over any minute.
ChiefMedicalOfficer: No idea how you're up and walking.
Captain: Got a duty to see through.
Captain:
ChiefMedicalOfficer:
Captain:
Captain: And probably the--
ChiefMedicalOfficer: Morphine.
Captain: Probably.