From Shuttle Pod One:
"I'll heat up some rations. Unless you'd rather wait for a vessel serving proper meals?" Reed
"Mr. and Mrs. Reed, I realize that you've just begun a period of mourning, and that I'm never gonna' to get an answer to this question, but I gotta' ask it anyway. Was Malcolm always this cynical?" Trip
"If I don't waste some oxygen sleeping, I'm gonna' start getting real cranky, and you don't want to spend your last nine days cooped up with me while I'm cranky." Trip
"And you came close to criticizing my choice of cuisine." Trip
"Would another half day be worth freezing your butt off?" Trip
"Unless some ship happens to cross our path, our bearded bodies will be found in about three or four years. Is that optimistic enough for you?" Reed
"We'll probably be dead five or six minutes earlier that we would have been." Trip
"Then I'll ask you again, ever trying holding your breath for eleven hours?" Reed
"It's been set to stun. I don't want to use it, but I will." Reed.
"Then go ahead and shoot me. But you better hope we don't make it, because if we survive the first thing I'm going to go bust your ass back to crewman second class for insubordination." Trip
"Be my guest, I could use a little less responsibility." Reed.
"So, what are you saying? That you'd rather the Enterprise find the two of us us dead in here?" Trip
"That's exactly what I'm saying." Reed
"I've invested too much time trying to figure you out, Mr. Tucker. I'm not about to except that it was all for nothing." Reed
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