Alright, I'm right where you told me to meet you, sweetheart. Deck 17.

... and I'm not meaning to be rude, but if you'd get here quick, that'd be much appreciated. Bit creepy in here when you're all by your lonesome.

I've managed to gather the necessary ingredients for one tin-can telephone, if you're still interested. [He holds up two tin cans, some string, and a nail.] Ta-da!

I feel like I'm stuck at some kind of children's party. All those- those giant noisemaker thingamajigs, whatever they're called.

I suppose it's better than the Captain going on some kind of murderous rampage, though. Much better. Still.