Grooor: (as Jordan shoots the joints of his Star-Racer) Your lasers are worthless. You are mine!!
Grooor: (as he grinds the Arrow II into the ground) I could squash you like an insect, but that would dishonor all of the insects in the galaxy. Yesterday, you robbed Grooor of a victory that was rightfully his. Today, your humiliation must be complete. (Grooor lets go of the Arrow II) Grooor generously gives you a lead of thirty seconds before your apocalypse.
Ceres: (to Rick) How can you imagine even for a second that you are worthy of the Oban prize? Humans, Krogs, Noratians: They are all the same. A few thousand years of existence and you think that you are actually important.
Ceres: Humans, your hour of judgment has come. (launches an electromagnetic ray at the Arrow II) Something to shake you up a bit.