Kevin: You know, there's this, uh, full moon out tonight.
Kathryn: What, are you gonna turn into a werewolf or something like that?
Andie: Everybody, let's think, where are we going to get more oxygen?
Kevin: I could run down to the 7-Eleven.
Max: Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Help me.
Kevin: My philosophy is: sleep late, drive fast, and not take any of this shit seriously.
NASA #3: This bird wasn't flight ready, Zack. They only have short range radio.
Andie: Shit.
Jinx: Max and Jinx... Friends... For-e-ver.
Max: Somebody get me down from here, or I'm going to be sick.
Tish: Whip me, beat me, take away my charge cards... NASA is talking.
Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen, please return your seats and tray-tables to their full upright positions, and extinguish all smoking material, as we're about to land in the red zone. Ahh! No survivors.
Kathryn: Why are you so hard on me?
Andie: Because someday, you're goin' up. But the only way that will happen is if you have every drill here down better than everyone else. There's no room for mistakes. Every 'i' dotted, every 't' crossed. That's the way I learned it. That's the way you'll learn it. You copy?
Kathryn: I copy.
Kathryn: It's just that it's easier to say you don't care, than it is to try and fail.
Max: It's me! I'm here to rescue you.
Commander Zach Burkstroom: You want space camp?
Kevin: No. My father wants space camp, but I want my head examined. But it was worth it for the car, don't you think?
Commander Zach Burkstroom: Yeah well, let's hope so.
Kevin: Yeah.
Commander Zach Burkstroom: Yeah. By the way, would you get your ass OUT of my parking spot?
Rudy Tyler: Holy shit.
Jinx: "Shit." Solid waste aboard space station. Can be handled in one of two ways.
Tish: Could you please argue without talking?
Kevin: All right, who talked?
Max: It wasn't me, Han Solo, Zach got the information from Jinx.
Kevin: Max... I am not Han Solo. You are not Luke Skywalker. There's no Empire. There's no Force and there's no Dark Side.
Rudy Tyler: Don't worry about a thing, Max, ol' Rudy knows this arm like the back of his hand.
Commander Zach Burkstroom: By God... we have liftoff.
Kathryn: Wait a minute.
Kevin: We don't have a minute. What's wrong?
Kathryn: In space, anything is possible.
