We paid our price for this goddamned planet.

Even Birmingham under Bull Connor hadn't treated black Americans like aliens from another goddamned planet.

If he thinks he's being followed, he could lead us all over the goddamned planet, or right into a trap.

"Maybe it blows up the whole goddamned planet!"

Sitting here in a bar with an asexual cyborg who is probably the only other normal person on the whole goddamned planet.

"Tell us about the goddamned planet!"

"You figure out how to make it across this goddamned planet without running completely out of ammunition and troops."

"How the hell else are we supposed to get off this goddamned planet if we don't go to the port?"

I wouldn't touch you again if you were the last woman left on the whole goddamned planet!

Am I the only one on this goddamned planet who knows how to party?