NARRATOR: Neosynchronicity, at the High Atlantis Spaceport...
ENNESBY: Out with it, Elf. What's the matter?
ELF: She left me here to babysit the ship. I thought she trusted me.
ENNESBY: Permission to speak freely, Captain?
ELF: Acting captain. And I'm not going to be taking the ship anywhere, so I'm really more like the acting parking attendant.
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ENNESBY: What you're supposed to say is "speak your mind, Ennesby. I value your opinion."
ELF: Say what you want. I can't think of any time, ever, when you've done otherwise.
ENNESBY: Okay, that'll do.
Murtaugh doesn't stroke people.
She only comes straight out with compliments when she's manipulating somebody who didn't deserve the compliment in the first place.
ELF: I don't think you've known her long enough to say that. None of us have.
ENNESBY: I reviewed twenty-two thousand hours of logs from S.A. Bristlecone, her previous command.
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ENNESBY: Her leaving you here to "babysit the ship?" She trusts you implicitly.
ENNESBY: It's me she has doubts about.
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ELF: Well, don't tell her about the log thing, because that's creepy.