Ref: The dispatcher says it'll be a while before any ships will be lifting for the station. It may be hours, may be days.
Fred: Maybe he wants a bribe?
Gort: I'll give him a bribe...I say we'll wait here. Fortunately my background has prepared me to be patient during long waits. I'll sing a song to pass the time.
Fred: Oh, no-
Gort: One hundred bottles of unsymmetrical dimethyl hydrazine on the wall,
One hundred bottles of unsymmetrical dimethyl hydrazine,
Put one in place, vent it to space,
Ninety-nine bottles of unsymmetrical dimethyl hydrazine on the wall.
Ninety-nine bottles of unsymmetrical dimethyl hydrazine on the wall,
Ninety-nine bottles of unsymmetrical dimethyl hydrazine,
Ref: The dispatcher it typing rapidly on his console now...
Gort: Put one in place, vent it to space,
Ninety-eight bottles of unsymmetrical dimethyl hydrazine on the wall.
Ninety-eight bottles of unsymmetrical dimethyl hydrazine on the wall,
Ninety-eight bottles of unsymmetrical dimethyl hydrazine,
Ref: He's pounding frantically on the keypad...
Gort: Put one in place, vent it to space,
Ninety-seven bottles of unsymmetrical dimethyl hydrazine on the wall.
Ref: The dispatcher signals you. He says a ship will be leaving within the hour, then he gives you papers and directions to the hangar, where you'll be expected to board.
Fred: I'll take the papers then thank him. We'll go back for the others.
Gort: Dang. I didn't get to finish my song.
Fred: If you try to finish it while we're in jump, I'll shove you headfirst down the 'fresher.
