- Daisy 'Skye' Johnson: Do you remember when we first met?
- Jemma Simmons: Yeah. You lived in a van.
- Daisy 'Skye' Johnson: Mm-hmm.
- Jemma Simmons: And it really smelled.
- Daisy 'Skye' Johnson: No, it didn't.
- Jemma Simmons: Yeah. We called it the Fartmobile.
- Daisy 'Skye' Johnson: So, it turns out another ship was supposed to have arrive when we did, but it turned around last minute.
- Jemma Simmons: Where did they go?
- Agent Piper: Well, it says here, the planet Kitson.
- Pretorious Pryce: Let me see that. Your friend must be a man of perverted desire.
- Jemma Simmons: Hey.
- Daisy 'Skye' Johnson: Why would you say that?
- Pretorious Pryce: Because the planet Kitson is a nasty place, absent any scrap of decency.
- Agent Piper: Someone just described Florida.
- Pretorious Pryce: Most are ashamed to utter the world "Kitson" as it sounds like the braying of an animal in heat. There's even a well-known saying - "What happens on the planet of Kiston"...
- Daisy 'Skye' Johnson: "Stays on Kitson"?
- Pretorious Pryce: No. "Is contagious and burns."
- Leo Fitz: How did you do that?
- Enoch: It had been over 30 rotations since the marker last landed on the Beast of Clovers. My computations had the precise odds of occurring on that spin as...
- Leo Fitz: You're an advanced computer.
- Enoch: That feels reductive.
- Leo Fitz: No. Nope, not reductive. This is exciting. You can win us the money.
- Enoch: It was unwise for me to have gambled. The rules are quite clear on synthetic beings.
- Leo Fitz: Hey, hey. That's what best friends are for. Think about it - for breaking the rules, putting it all on the line.
- Enoch: I am aware of instances where best friends have committed lawless acts together.
- Leo Fitz: Exactly.
- Enoch: Even murder.
- Leo Fitz: What? No. That's. That's, um... that's not a really worrying thing to have said. Why don't we just stick to gambling?
- Daisy 'Skye' Johnson: [Thinking] Things were definitely getting weird. An alien had just propositioned me at the bar, my little British friend was missing, and everyone around me smelled like cheese. Panic was starting to take hold when I suddenly noticed a dainty pair of feet.
- Daisy 'Skye' Johnson: [Out loud] Don't worry, everybody. I got this.
- [Crawls under the bar and lies next to Jemma]
- Jemma Simmons: Hey, I think my parent are mice.
- Daisy 'Skye' Johnson: That makes sense.
- Enoch: I must admit that this journey together, from the moment our ship was attacked until now, barring perhaps that one incident with the MazTats, has been quite stimulating and informative.
- Leo Fitz: Are you seriously trying to tell me that you're having fun?
- Enoch: It would seem that, yes, I am having a facsimile of what you would call "fun." And Fitz...
- Leo Fitz: Yes, Enoch?
- Enoch: I think, during this past year, you have become on what one would call my best friend. Is it safe to assume you feel the same?
- Leo Fitz: Do you want to know how I feel? I feel like we are Xandarian snails. Keep moving, but we're not getting anywhere. We need money to get off this planet, and all we have is this - one lousy chip.
- Pretorious Pryce: What is your planet of origin?
- Daisy 'Skye' Johnson: Earth.
- Pretorious Pryce: Terrans? What's the purpose of your visit to Naro-Atzia?
- Jemma Simmons: We're looking for this man. We believe he may be down on your planet. His name is Leopold Fitz.
- Pretorious Pryce: You shouldn't have said that name.
- Daisy 'Skye' Johnson: Why?
- Pretorious Pryce: Because he's here, listening.
- Jemma Simmons: Fitz is here?
- Enoch: Why do I exist? I am nothing. I'm a speck of dust in the infinite.
- Leo Fitz: Okay, Enoch...
- Enoch: An afterthought in the worm-ridden mind of the black void.
- Leo Fitz: Okay. I'm gonna need you to spark up. So you take a break from being infinite nothing and do that for me?
- Enoch: Why would I do anything when there is no purpose? We will all soon be dust and rust.
- Leo Fitz: 'Cause you're my best-friend. Remember? That's your purpose.
- Enoch: You're bluffing.
- Leo Fitz: No. I'm not. I can't believe I'm saying this, because you are...
- Enoch: Chronicom. Decommissioned.
- Leo Fitz: Gonna say a massive pain in the ass, but... You've grown on me. So, yeah. You are my best friend.
- Enoch: For you, my best friend, I would do anything.
- Enoch: What are you doing?
- Leo Fitz: I'm rebooting you.
- Enoch: I am not comfortable with this level of intimacy, even with my best friend.
- Leo Fitz: Well, you shouldn't set off a bloody air-raid alarm, should you?
- Enoch: Whoops.
- Leo Fitz: Whoops? What's whoops?
- Enoch: That noise you refer to as an air-raid alarm, it is in fact a remote override of my system.
- Leo Fitz: Something did that to you?
- Enoch: Not a thing. A Chronicom. I fear we are in great danger.
- Leo Fitz: I'm pretty sure Chronicoms are the least of our worries.
- Enoch: You are unaware of the varietals of Chronicoms. I, for instance, am an anthropologist. My primary functions are intended for research and sensual gratification.
- Leo Fitz: Moving swiftly on the type of ones that are coming here.
- Enoch: Those would be hunters.
- Daisy 'Skye' Johnson: What house are you in, hmm? Gryffindor?
- Jemma Simmons: Uh, Ravenclaw. Girl, please.
- Leo Fitz: You lost everything.
- Enoch: He intentionally deceived me.
- Leo Fitz: It's called bluffing. You should now. You do it all the time.
- Enoch: I most certainly do not.
- Leo Fitz: You're a robot pretending to be a human. That's bluffing.
- Enoch: I am not a robot.
- Leo Fitz: Chronicom. Whatever.
- Enoch: Where you bluffing when you said I was your best friend?
- Leo Fitz: What does it matter?
- Enoch: I have disappointed you, and we may be, as they say, down on our luck, but there are other ways to earn money.
- Enoch: One chip is all we may need. I am well-versed in over 10,000 intergalactic games of chance, certain of which are being played in this casino.
- Leo Fitz: And you're just telling me that now? Which games are you good at?
- Enoch: Apparently... none. I have no experiential knowledge. I have only been an observer.
- Jemma Simmons: Why are we here?
- Daisy 'Skye' Johnson: Because... we're on a mission.
- Jemma Simmons: Right. What is the mission?
- Daisy 'Skye' Johnson: The mission... is...... LADIES NIGHT!
- Long-Haired Gambler: Looks like you could've used some of that luck after all, hmm?
- Enoch: But you professed the hand as being too rich.
- Long-Haired Gambler: Mm-hmm.
- Enoch: Was that statement intentionally false?
- Long-Haired Gambler: You bet your ass it was. See, it didn't long to realize that you are great at cards but dumb as hell as people. Thanks for playing, buddy.