(Jane: Start monologuing.)
JAKE: Uuuuuuuuuuuuh.
JANE: No? It was a huge deal.
JAKE: Was this around the time all those carapacians took a big chunk out of it?
JANE: Yes!
JANE: You see, prior to that expedition, I'd been cooking up a contingency plan, of sorts.
JANE: I put some serious man-hours into it.
JANE: If things were to go tines up, our last line of defense is a machine that will emit a guided beam to a location of my choosing.
DIRK: (A laser?)
JAKE: So were destroying The Point now?
JANE: No!
JANE: No, no, no, no.
JANE: Definitely not.
JANE: We are *capturing* The Point.
JANE: But if we don't...
JAKE: Ah.
JAKE: Contingency plan.
JANE: Contingency plan indeed.
JANE: A surgical, precise, and most importantly *unexpected* means of victory, with virtually no crossfire.
JAKE: Does that seem...
JAKE: Sound?
JANE: You know, Jake, you've been giving me the 3rd degree all day.
JAKE: Hm?
JANE: You're typically content stumbling through life as a soft-headed bimbo, and it's only now of all times you start showing stark, pointed interest in happenings outside of yourself?
JANE: I find that odd.
JANE: Suspicious even.
JAKE: Erm...
JANE: You're thinking, "She's a bad mother," aren't you?
DIRK: (Here we go.)
JANE: Don't you try to deny it.
JANE: I see you, up there on your high horse.
JANE: Interrogating me!
JANE: As if you have the right!
JANE: Just what did *you* do, besides whimper like a kicked dog, as they took our boy away!?
JANE: "TAVVY!"
JANE: You can fly, you idiot!
JANE: You're such a harmless, dunderheaded fucking nonentity that those seditious connivers would have *let* you tail them!
DIRK: (Ouch.)
JANE: Everything he has, *I've* provided.
JANE: Everything he is, *I've* nurtured!
JAKE: (Criminy, bro, she has a death laser.)
JAKE: (Like goldfinger.)
JANE: Remember how I willed him out of my body, 3 months premature, because I was so excited to see him?
JAKE: (The rebellion isnt prepared for that.)
JAKE: (What are they going to do?)
DIRK: (Fuck if I know, refract it off Commander Vantas' massive tits?)
JAKE: (Were going to lose.)
JANE: You might be a primo actor, English, with that perfect smile and that stupid, sexy fake accent.
JANE: But you are not a caring individual.
JANE: My Dad...
JANE: He had so much love in him that you could feel it when he entered the room.
JANE: Across all the iterations of yourself, do you think your children ever felt even a MODICUM of that?
JANE: Jade? Terrifying,
JANE: I hate even thinking about it.
JANE: And I don't doubt for a second that there were more.
JANE: How do you imagine they turned out?
JAKE: (I finally grew the gumption to get off the back foot, and were all going to meet the reaper regardless.)
JANE: Let's face it. I held you accountable.
JANE: Without me, you'd have left Tavros behind in a peanut factory.
JANE: Asphyxiating on the floor, crying "Daddy, where are you! Daddy!"
DIRK: (Dude.)
JAKE: (JOLLY JESUS FUCKING CHRISTMAS!!!)
JANE: What the fresh hell are you mumbling to yourself?
JANE: Y-
JAKE: WILL YOU SHUT YOUR GODDAMN CAKE HOLE!!!!!!!
JANE: !!!!!!