Captain Tagon: Thurl, have you found any work for us yet?
Thurl: Nothing that meets your requirements, Captain. It's all spec work on the ground, or ship-to-ship work we need an armor squadron for.
Captain Tagon: I don't want to risk not getting paid, and I don't want to risk not living to spend it. When I say that out loud it sounds like I turned into somebody's grandma.
Thurl: You're still a tough guy, sir. Now, would you like me to fetch your sweater for you?