Sarah: Chuck, does the Global Launch Agency mean anything to you? Chuck: GLA? Sure, they've sent probes to every planet except Pluto. Although Pluto's not officially a planet anymore, which really bums me out. Casey: It's true. Space camp is where all the cool kids go.
Casey: Shut up! Sarah: Yeah, shut up, Chuck, you're making him mad. Chuck: Underneath that extremely terrifying exterior lies a man who deeply, deeply feels. You, you care. You care about us. You care about me. Admit it! You feel all warm and mushy about me! Go ahead, say it. You love me, John Casey. Casey: I'm gonna kill you. Chuck: Www...wait, wait, wait, wait! Hold on! No, not me! Him.