Bunni: Elf, we installed your new prosthetics. They might seem a little big at first, but...
Elf: Just stand me up in front of a mirror, Bunni.
Elf: I'm gonna be sending dance partners to the hospital on a regular basis.
Kevyn: I hadn't pegged you as the dancing type, Lieutenant.
Bunni: Careful, commander. I'll bet she can dance on your head from there.