Razer: Then it's hopeless.
Hal: Not necessarily. This isn't the first time the Guardians have kicked me off of an assignment. Right, Kilowog?
Kilowog: Oh boy.
Kilowog: How do I let you talk me into these things, Jordan?
Hal: Because I'm the best and brightest recruit you've ever had.
Kilowog: Evidently the most delusional.
Hal: This isn't exactly what it looks like.
Sayd: It looks like you've broken into a Guardians personal living space and discovered a hidden inner sanctum.
Hal: Then I guess that's exactly what it looks like.
Kilowog: Lame-o, you're supposed to warn us about hostiles!
Lanos: Previously you asked me to "shut up." I successfully executed your orders.
Lanos: Warning. Hostiles now devouring my tail. This is contrary to normal operating procedures.
Razer: How could you know that they would burn off in the atmosphere?
Hal: Instinct, Razer, pure instinct.
Kilowog: Which means he had no clue at all.
Hal: None whatsoever.
Science Director: You delude yourself. I am a Guardian. I am the heir to power the likes of which you cannot fathom. You are a brief candle, a wee mortal. You know nothing.