Gene: Blimey, if that skirt was hitched any higher I could see what you had for breakfast.
Gene: Let's fire up the Quattro.
Gene: Scum is scum wherever you go.
Gene: Phone cards. Flash git!
Gene: I'm bigger in every department.
Ray: That's crap and some of it was in Klingon.
Gene: Today my friend, your diary entry will read, took a prossie hostage and was shot by three armed bastards.
Gene: (to Alex) Don't waggle your fingers when you say my name.
Alex: Oh, I could kiss you!
Gene: Don't hold back...