KEVYN: The Commodore wants us ready to take cargo at 0900.
THURL: We'll hit 0900 with "oh-dark-sleeping-in" to spare, Captain.
KEVYN: Except we just lost our star cargo-shifter.
THURL: Please... She's our star cargo-shifter because she really hated shifting cargo.
KEVYN: How much of the job did Ventura automate?
THURL: The only bit left for us to do is worry about what we'll do if something breaks.
KEVYN: So I'll be working until "oh-insomnia-thirty."