NOG: Jake, you know, I’ve been thinking. After we’re done eating, we could take the females to the holosuites. I borrowed one of my uncle’s private programmes, The Massacre on Ferris Six. We could spend an hour pillaging and looting the frightened townspeople.
RISKA: I don’t think so.
NOG: No one’s asking you to think, my dear. Here, make yourself useful. Cut up my food for me.
RISKA: You must be joking.
(Nog laughs so they all join in, relieved it’s a joke.)
NOG: She’s so dumb. She’s perfect.
RISKA: That’s it.