Bunni: Let me see if I followed this tale: members of your last crew mutinied, allied with your racial enemies to prevent a genocidal war, and when the fighting cleared there were twenty thousand corpses in your plumbing and a disembodied voice gargling from the toilets.
Petey: That is a succinct yet reasonable summary.
Bunni: Forgive me for thinking like a mercenary, but have you considered the money that we could make on a decent screenplay?
Petey: The movie rights have been tied up in litigation for the last seventy five of your years.
Der Trihs: Our contract lets us shoot lawyers for money! This is too good to pass up!
Elf: