Titan: Time to chimp it up!
Ham III: I know I said I missed your stupid puns but that was unacceptable
Luna: Chimps don't leave chimps behind.
Ham III: Yeah, but here's an idea: let's leave him.
Comet: What's your status?
Ham III: Single. But there's someone I've got my eye on.
Ham III: It's Luna, in case you were wondering... Oh wait, are we talking about the mission status, here?
Ham III: Oh, well, everything's ok but we have no way to leave.
Houston: You still got the probe.
Luna: The probe? It wasn't designed to return to earth.
Titan: We'll just have to Chimprovize.
Ham III: You know, I kinda missed your stupid puns.
Titan: [laughs] Thank you.
Houston: Titan's right. You'll need a complete redesign.
Ham III: How do we do that?
Houston: Uuh, let me put you onto Comet.
Comet: First, you'll need to re-engineer the aerodynamic skeletal structure.
Ham III: Got it! Let me put you onto Luna.
Titan: Commander's log, space... the final frontier.
Ham III: Permission to speak commander.
Titan: Permission granted.
Ham III: You're a dork!
Kilowatt: You earthlings have a funny way of showing love.
Ham III: [to Titan, after getting caught] Great plan!
Titan: [referring to the probe rover] Chimp my ride!
Titan: Are you in alumimum clothes?
Ham III: Yes.
Titan: Are you in a rocket?
Ham III: Yes
Titan: In outer space?
Ham III: Yes.
Titan: Are you David Bowie?
Ham III: Uh... no.
Ham III: [after finding out the space ship doesn't really work] We're nothing more than guinea pigs.
Titan: Actually the guinea pigs are on the Mar's mission. [cut to the guinea pigs on Mars, running in wheels]
Houston: Oh, Lord.
Titan: Why couldn't I be born a squirrel, or a rabbit, or an art history major? No one expects great things from them!