In the thinking tank
Monger: Now what does it all mean? (flips to the next shot) It's a riddle wrapped in a mystery carved in the sweet Nebraskian core.
(Sqweep walks on the table)
Monger: This base will not rest until... (stops talking)
Sqweep: I have to go.
Link: That was random.
Monger: May I remind you Sqweep that this is a mandatory security brief and no one is authorized to leave.
Sqweep: You misinterpret, I mean I have to go.
B.O.B.: (whispers to Monger) She means bathroom stuff.