Hoban Washburne

You know... there's a certain motto. A creed among folks like us. You may have heard it. "Leave no man behind."

— I know somethin' ain't right.
— Sweetie, we're crooks. If everything were right, we'd be in jail.

— Proximity alert. We must be coming up on something.
— Oh, my God. What can it be? We're all doomed! Who's flying this thing? Oh, right. That would be me. Uh, back to work.

— And then came the lying to me about it... which for me, is the highlight of this little adventure.
— Am I gonna get out of this with honour and dignity?
— You're pretty much down to ritual suicide, lambie-toes.