FRANK: Uh...Dr. F? You know that temp worker who was supposed to replace Joel? He just tried to swallow a coconut, and...well...
FORRESTER: Damn it, Frank! Who else could we possibly shoot up to the SOL on short notice?!
FRANK: How about that Space Marine guy who's been lounging around in the recreation room? Y'know, the one with the goofy buzz-cut?
FORRESTER: All Marines have goofy buzz-cuts, Frank!
FRANK: Yeah, but maybe we could -
FORRESTER: Don't even finish that sentence. All right, all right. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Excuse me, Mr. Marine?
SAM WORTHINGTON: Oh, hi, Dr. F. What's up?
FORRESTER: Would you say this is a big hammer?
SAM WORTHINGTON: Huh. Sure, I guess it's pretty -
CONK!
FORRESTER: Get the rocket ready, Frank.