Young: Listen to me. The civilians aboard this ship didn't try to take over because they thought I wasn't doing a bang-up job. I get that.
Rush: Well, good for you.
Young: I also get that I have to make this work. So I've ordered my people to make a special effort. I would like to do the same, even with you.
Rush: Wow. That must have taken quite the effort.
Young: You have no idea.

Johansen: It's like a kiwi. I'll take it back and do a test.
Greer: I'll do one right now. (bites it)
Johansen: Greer!
Scott: What the hell are you doing?
Greer: Oh. That is nice.
Johansen: We don't even know if that's poisonous.
Greer: We will.

Camille: You think it's, uh, possible to create a star?
Eli: No way. Now, being transported to a ship on the other side of the universe is... that's totally different.

Young: I'm sorry you didn't get your wish.
Rush: What wish was that?
Young: Aliens advanced enough that they could build a star system. Finally, someone you could have a decent conversation with.