Akima: You can’t call a planet “Bob.”
Cale: So now you’re the boss. You’re the King of Bob.
Akima: Can’t we just call it “Earth”?
Cale: No one said you have to live on Bob.
Akima: I’m never calling it that.
Korso: If you’re going to hunt humans, then there’s something you should know about us: we travel in packs.
Cale: The least they could do is kill my food before I eat it.
Cale: I happen to be humanity’s last great hope.
Preed: I weep for the species.
Preed: Just out of curiosity: do we have a plan B?
Preed: My scanners are showing a veritable cornucopia of nothing!
Cale: Everyday I wake up and it’s still the same boring present. I don’t think this future thing exists.
Preed: Fight the good fight, precious!
Cale: Maybe I’ve been wrong all these years, and it’s taken your inspiring speech to make me see it. You’ve really changed me. It’s beautiful. I think we’ve gotta hug.