The Expanse

Gaunt Belter:
Ceres was once covered in ice, enough water for a thousand generations; until Earth and Mars stripped it away for themselves. This station became the most vital port in the Belt. But the immense wealth and resources that flow through our gates were never meant for us. Belters work the docks, loading and unloading precious cargo. We fix the pipes and filters that keep this rock living and breathing. We Belters toil and suffer, without hope and without end - and for what? One day, Mars will use its might to wrest control of Ceres from Earth, and Earth will go to war to take it back. It's all the same to us. No matter who controls Ceres, our home, to them, we will always be slaves. That's all we are to the Earthers and Dusters. They built their solar system on our backs, spilled the blood of a million of our brothers; but in their eyes, we're not even human anymore. So, the next time you look in the mirror, say the word: Slave. Every time we demand to be heard, they hold back our water - owkwa beltalowda - ration our air - ereluf beltalowda - until we crawl back into our holes - imbobo beltalowda - and do as we are told! [gestures defiantly; crowd cheers]

Dimitri Havelock:
Okay - What am I looking for?

Joe Miller:
All right: See that piss-poor rock hopper down there? He's trying to cover it up with that baggy flight suit. See the way the skin hangs off his bones? You get the red eyes and the shakes when your body rejects the growth hormones.

Dimitri Havelock:
You also get that from a little too much whiskey.

Joe Miller:
Nah, it's tremors, man. That's from growing up in low-gee. Muscles don't develop right.

Dimitri Havelock:
I guess that's from generations in low-gee, huh?

Joe Miller:
Someday, I'd say every Belter's gonna look just like that.

Dimitri Havelock:
What about you?

Joe Miller:
What about me?

Dimitri Havelock:
What's your tell?

Belter:
Let me help you with that, inyaloda. This one, he has spurs at the top of his spine where the bones didn't fuse right. He got the cheap bone density juice when he was a child. Probably a ward of the station. So, even if he disguises himself, he's just like me.

Joe Miller:
I am nothing like you, longbone. Take your OPA bullshit back to the medina, and wait for the revolution with all the rest of the victims.

Dimitri Havelock:
Please, why don't you go outside...

Belter:
[Yelling in Belter Creole]

Joe Miller:
Lunch break's over.

Naomi Nagata:
Holden, tell the Butcher to call off his men, or I'll have Alex vent his bloody station. [the Roci's point defense cannons deploy and lock onto the station]

Uncle Mateo:
A man has got to stand up... a man has got to stand up! Can only live so long with a boot to our necks, sasa kain! It's okay, Diogo, someone will find you out there. Someday, things gonna change. Opa! A man has got to stand up!