"Please friend nice bug, just let me go, I'm begging you, I'll take you anywhere you want to go, but we don't know where Lt. Com. Grog went anymore than you do!"

"Shut yer cakehole, Slick! We got a heck of a lot more 'portant things to do than crate bugsy here around the Universe! Even if we DID know where the guy went, we wouldn't tell YOU, even if it was yer birthday!"

"Excuse me ma'am, but it is within possibility parameters that Lt. Commander Grog was transported to the moon's surface, or perhaps somewhere below in its seismically unstable core..."

"holy space rudders, someone shut them dernfoundid droids up!"

"...forgive me, Dr. Haley...
but I WANT TO LIVE!"