Mercury

"Flying through spaaaaace! Flying through sssspaaaaace! Like an assssterrroooiiiid! With 10,000 nuclear rockets strapped to my cheesssst—all lit at oooonnnce. Going reeeeally faaaaaast!"

"Dr. Hofmann! Just cause you scream it in falsetto and drag out the words does not make it a song."

"I can sing whateverrrrr I waaaaaantttt. Because I'm flying through sppppaaaaacce! Like an asssteeeeroiiid! You've been sitting in that pilot chaiiiirrrrr for so looooooong you look like a giant hemorrhoooooid!"

"Doctor, you are the most esteemed interdimensional quantum physicist on all 37 known levels of dimensionality. Please act appropriately. We are on a very official mission representing all of humankind."

"Corporal Schrodinger. First off, if you've carefully read last year's CAPiTA catalog, you'll remember that I've been turned into a cat. To act appropriately would mean sunbathing and licking myself all day."

"Yes, but we've successfully removed your brain from your feline form and transferred it to this super-advanced, super-powerful, super-shiny cyborg body we bartered from Dimension 19. You don't need to be a cat anymore."

“Secondly, we're just popping out to the Interdimensional Spar to grab leberkäse sandwiches for  the crew. I would hardly call it an official mission representing all of humankind."

"Look, it's during work hours, so it is OFFICIAL, and the crew at The Mothership is all that's left of humanity since almost everyone else has been transformed into inanimate objects by the EIP Reactor. Humankind's very survival hinges on our lunch run! DO NOT BELITTLE THE CAUSE!"

"You don't agree that the Lieutenant is much more useful now that he’s a chair?"

"That's not the point, Doc. Sandwiches. That's the point. Please focus on the mission!”