Space Milkshake

Tilda:
[Lamenting after accidentally shocking Jimmy when their hands touched] Oh, Jimmy. You don't have an static discharge buffer. You're completely made of meat.

Jimmy:
Meat that loves you, Tilda.

Anton:
[after confronting Valentina about a suspected crush she still has on an old boyfriend named Gary] Let's forget about this whole Gary thing for a second. Maybe you were with him, maybe you were just friends, it doesn't matter. What matters is you're over him, and you're with me now. So, let's stop all this stupid fighting, eh?

Valentina:
You're right, Anton. What's the point of fighting with a sh*t for brains, whiny little control freak with no balls, stupid, stinky suck with no sense of style, charm, or personal hygiene? Your feet stink, and they are inhumanly hairy, and sweaty. You rub them up against me at night, and it's like a stray cat. It's like a phlegm-covered fur ball. And you pass a lot of gas when you sleep. It's like being in a chamber full of poo particulates, and I'm suffocating. And you're a mouth-breather. And you... You grunt a lot when you go to the bathroom. The entire ship can hear you. It's like you're passing a Death Star through your ass, Anton. I would rather sh*t myself publicly than be stuck on this station with you.

Anton:
I can see you don't want to talk just now. That's fine. I'm just gonna go and get changed. Get myself a coffee. Come and see me when you're ready.

Jimmy:
[Before exiting to heroically perform a spacewalk to save the ship] Drop your c*cks and sell your stocks. [Runs and trips over a knee-knocker]