There's gotta be a perfectly logical explanation for all this.
I'm sorry, it was an accident. I didn't mean to step on your, uh, whatever that is.
Terrific. I'm about to get killed a million miles fron nowhere with a gung-ho iguana who tells me to relax.
Maybe there is a Starfighter left.
Greetings, Starfighter. You have been recruited by the Star League to defend the Frontier against Xur and the Kodan armada.
I must congratulate you on your virtuoso performance, my boy. Centauri is impressed. I've seen 'em come, and I've seen 'em go, but you're the best, my boy. Dazzling! Light years ahead of the competition! Centauri's got a little proposition for you. Are ya interested?
Alex, I want you to know that it was for the greatest good that I brought you back. Of course... it never hurts to be rich.
You still want to go? And miss all the excitement?
Up to your old Excalibur tricks again, eh, Centauri? Did it ever occur to you that it is against the law to recruit new worlds outside the Star League.
I live below ground with my wife-oid and six thousand little grig-lets. At least, until Xur turns them into slaves.
Death is a primitive concept; I prefer to think of them as battling evil, in another dimension!
You should be proud of Alex, Mrs. Rogan. You must all be proud of him. He saved the Star League and hundreds of worlds, including Earth.
You owe me one, Alex.
I love you, Alex Rogan.
Woo! All right! We're being invaded!
Oh, Alex, I always knew you was gonna leave someday, but I never expected this.