Lockout2012

Harry Shaw:
[over the comms] Snow, what's going on?

Snow:
[on the ship, rubbing his head] You know, global warming, some celebrity is getting a boob-job, Congress is screwing the pooch again. You know, same old.

Harry Shaw:
Snow, come on man! I mean, what's going on there?

Harry Shaw:
Oh yeah. Well, you wild-cat smacked me in the head with a fire extinguisher and locked herself in some room. So, she's safe. Send the cavalry.

Langral:
Listen, Snow. You stick to the plan. You better do your job or I'll hit you with a Sherman tank. Got that?

Harry Shaw:
A Sherman tank? Yeah, right. Toss my caber, Langral. I got other things to do.