Pit Stop


 * Lobo: Drag the Main Man on a wild geek chase to the Interstellar Managers Planet? By the time I get done with Sunny Jim, he'll be in so many pieces, he'll be painted red all over the galaxy. Alas, poor Clyde.
 * Alien: Any... Pick up. I know you're there! Come on, man! I'm lost again! (Beat) Freaking buttwipe!
 * Lobo: Enough sightseeing. Better find Darlene.
 * Darlene: (Thinking) What an asshole. (Speaking) Do you see a gas station around here? Anywhere?
 * Sunny Jim: How was I supposed to...
 * Darlene: Lobo wouldn't be that stupid, you know. Lobo wouldn't try flying forty parsecs in a ship with no bathroom!
 * MBA: Greetings. We are the MBA.
 * Sunny Jim: Uh, um... yeah, uh, well, you know...
 * MBA: Hey, boss. You recognize the round-head? He's an escaped con with a bounty on his head!
 * Darlene: Oh, for Christ's sake! Will you just ask for directions already!?
 * MBA: Let's turn him, boss! Whaddya say? We need the cash!
 * Lobo:
 * MBA: Hey. Aren't you Lobo, the galaxy famous skip tracer? Looking for Sunny Jim? (Lobo gets angry) I just ran into him...
 * Lobo:
 * Darlene: Lobo? Out of my way, piss-face! Lobo, I'm over here! Come save me!
 * Sunny Jim: Yeah, right. (Looks towards camera) He'll save her... for a midnight snack!