𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘.

CURLY: Now I’ll go bonkers looking for it. Cheers. . . . I don’t think it ruins the illusion though. It’s peaceful. But maybe I’m just used to looking at the bigger picture.

SWANSEA: Oh, shut up. I'm just an ol' codger taking car of his dental hygiene. You hear that? That's the sound of 15 years of sobriety popping like a cyst.

SWANSEA: You... useless! You goddamn fucking idiot! There has to be something else!

CURLY: Hey, hey, hey. You know I believe in you. Here. On Earth. Doesn't matter.

SWANSEA: Oh, I'm keepin' it together. Don't you worry, captain.

JIMMY: Let's have some fucking cake, hmmm? Props to the twilight cruise of the Tulpar. Props to our captain and his new prospects.

JIMMY: I'll take care of it.

JIMMY: ...Damnit. I know what everyone is thinking. The way they look at me. What could I even say? And then... what would she do? ... Damnit! Here we are now. Me in the driver's seat. Thanks for that ... Open up. I hope these make you feel fucking better.

JIMMY: People have to be worth their titles. Don't you think, nurse Anya?

JIMMY: For better or worse, I'm captain now. I'll figure it out.

JIMMY: Just a handful left. Once these are gone we'll have nothing to keep him quiet.

ANYA: I know you'll figure it out, Jimmy. You're so capable!

SWANSEA: Pony Express finally kicking the bucket, huh. What a joke. And we're the punchline.

ANYA: He acts as if I do these things for fun. Then I have to make a report with things like...''I have found myself sexually excited at the sight of cartoon horses.''

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

JIMMY: ...Damnit. I know what everyone is thinking. The way they look at me. What could I even say? And then... what would she do? ... Damnit! Here we are now. Me in the driver's seat. Thanks for that ... Open up. I hope these make you feel fucking better.

JIMMY: I don't think I understood the pressure you were under before. Fuck. And you tried to tell me. ... Our worst moments don't make us monsters, huh? You were a good captain, Curly, and you'll be one a gain. I'll get us both through this.

SWANSEA: Go ahead and ask him all about it then! Bet he'll sing ya the blues, too.

CURLY: How are things otherwise? Off the record. JIMMY: I like it. we're in control here.

JIMMY: Open the door. ANYA: I'll take care of it.