Prometheus (I) (2012)
Benedict Wong: Ravel
Janek : Mr. Ravel, warm up the ion propulsion.
Meredith Vickers : What the hell are you talking about?
Ravel : Sir, burning the ion in the inner atmosphere...
Janek : ...turns us into a bullet. That is exactly the point.
Meredith Vickers : The hell are you doing? Janek, this is my ship. I'm telling you to take us home!
Janek : Vickers, I'm gonna eject your life support module onto that surface. That's two years of life. You want it, or you wanna stay with me? You got 40 seconds to get to the escape pod.
Meredith Vickers : You're crazy!
Janek : Gentlemen, I can handle this myself. Feel free to join Miss Vickers.
Ravel : All due respect, captain, you're a shit pilot and you're gonna need all the help you can get.
Janek : What is the atmosphere?
Ravel : Atmosphere is 71 percent nitrogen, 21 percent oxygen, traces of argon gas.
Janek : Whoa, now, that's weather.
Charlie Holloway : Just like home.
Ford : Only if you're breathing through an exhaust pipe. CO2 is over 3 percent. Two minutes without a suit, you're dead.
Chance : Well, come on. Pay up.
Ravel : Pay what?
Chance : What do you mean, "Pay what"? Something is manufacturing breathable air down there. That, mate, is terraforming.
Ravel : No, no. The bet was why we came here. If you said that dead old man wanted to talk to Martians, then I'd pay.
Chance : Oh, come on. A hundred credits. Put it towards a lap dance with Miss Vickers.