[alien shrieks]
[soldier yells]
Arrrrghhh!!
What the bitch?!
Arrrgghhh!!
Aaaaaaaaaaliens!!!
[aliens shriek]
Arrrggghh...
Arrrrggghh!!
AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!!!
PJ? PJ!
Hutchins?!
Tell my wife...
Tell her I love her...
I will...I will.
PJ? PJ!
Be a chap and take this poem to my fat wife.
Thank you. Thank you.
Your struggle is over.
Hey, PJ? PJ!
Would you take THIS poem to MY wife?
Actually, I haven't finished it yet. What rhymes with 'divorce'?
Err...horse?
Haha! Yeah.
-My wife... -Yes?
-Take her. Take my wife. -What?
Take me dancing.
Take ME!
I...have to go!
Wake me up at, like, 5?
Haha, sure. Yeah. SERIOUSLY?!
[Snores] That's...not a moon...
Read me a poem...
-"I want a divorce--" -Deep.
-Get in the TARDIS! -Piss off.
Can you help me find the pin to this grenade?
No!
Is there anyone here who DOESN'T have a fatal injury?!
[off-screen] I don't!
[explosion] Okay, now I do!
-Pass the salt? -Hide my porn!
-Save Equestria! -FIND MY LEGS!!
-Read my fortune! -You never take me anywhere nice...
AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
[doorbell]
Good evening, madam.
I served with your husband in the Space Marines and...
he wanted me to read you this poem.
"I want a divorce... because you look like a horse."
I LOVE IT.
So, um...I have to go!
There's...fatal wou--oh, he's already dead. I'm just talking to myself.