"Why did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Tell them about the duck theory. I mean, you've got a few loose screws up there, but I know that you’re smart, and you had to have known that saying something like that would get you laughed at."

"They weren’t honestly making fun. It was just a silly theory, anyway."

"I guess. I still don’t understand, though."

"That’s okay. You don’t like making a fool out of yourself, so I doubt you’ll ever manage to do more than just sympathize."

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Psychoanalyze me, or whatever it is that you… don’t explain my emotions to me like you get them more than I do."

"Oh. Okay. I’m sorry."

"Ugh, whatever. We're fine. Just don’t do it again."

"I’ll try to remember. I’m going to go now. I want to sit next to the airlock."

"You know I hate it when you do that."

"I won’t fall out if you don’t open it."

"You say that, but you're exactly the type of person who would find a way."

"You know what I believe, never say never! But I'm being honest, Abbott, I have no intentions of joining the Void of space so soon. I just want to listen to the music."

"Is this another thing that I can only sympathize with?"

"You can come along, if you’d like. It would be nice to share it with someone."

"Sheesh. And we were just having a normal conversation..."

"We were! Join me! We’re so far away from anything else, you might even be able to hear it too."

"All I’ll get is the smell of welding fumes. I swear, sometimes you act like a completely different person…"