Greer: I can't think of a better way to move on from this world into the next or whatever comes, then to fly into the most powerful thing in creation: a star. Out in a blaze of glory. I like that. That's beautiful.

Young: In just over a day, this ship will fly into a star. Now, we have no power to change its course. We have no idea how to steer the ship. Even if we did, we are having another bad day.

Rush: Eli, I, uh, I'm sorry I got you involved in this.
Eli: Actually ... I'm not. Yet! I'll probably be sorry at the end of the day, but... we don't have that long, do we?
Rush: No.
Chloe: How will it happen?
Rush: Well, there will be turbulence from the solar wind, far worse than what we've previously experienced. Heat, obviously, and intense G-forces. I suspect the ship will be torn apart long before we reach the star. Hopefully it will be quick.

Young: And while I don't condone behavior of that kind in any way, shape or form, I-I've gotta say ... the look on Telford's face when you put him down was priceless! Complete and total shock!
Greer: He was surprised, yes, sir!
Young: I guess you can say you even got away with it.
Greer: Just, uh, sorry that I - that I disappointed you, sir.
Young: You're a good man, Sergeant, I know that. Besides, the bastard had it coming.
Greer: Yes, sir, he did.

Rush: Oh, yes!
Eli: Uh, what are we so happy about?
Rush: We're gonna live, Eli.
Eli: What about the turbulence and the heat and the death?
Rush: No, all of that would have happened by now. The shield is protecting us.
Chloe: But you said we were out of power.
Rush: I was absolutely certain of that, and I've never been more pleased to be wrong in all my life.

Eli: You're right! The systems are coming back online all over the ship!
Young: There's a rumor spreading that we're still here.
Rush: We are.

Rush: Eli, there's many variables here. Are you sure about this?
Eli: Math Boy. Send it.
Rush: Okay, Math Boy.

Young: That's what you say, but I'm dead serious about it: that was like - that was the worst shuttle docking I have ever seen in my life!
Scott: What are you talking about?! I barely even dented it!
Johansen: Just the grinding noises!
Young: At the very least there's a giant scrape along the bottom. I'm gonna make you put on a spacesuit and go out there and fix it right now!
Young: Sergeant, we're gonna need some of that high-high temperature spaceship paint for Scott here.
Greer: Yes, sir, I believe I've found some!