- Glassed cave: The holotape is on a bench in the locker room, end of the first stretch of the main corridor.
Foreman Grayson: All right, settle down now. I'm listening.
Billy: You recording this?! You agreed this was gonna be private.
Foreman: This is just so we all have a record of what's discussed, is all.
Billy: Yeah right. You're going to use that to get me canned.
Foreman: Look, I'm on your side. I --
Billy: The hell you are!
Foreman: I AM on your side. But I got a boss, too. I've kept as many of you on as I could -
Billy: At a quarter of our wages.
Foreman: Billy, I -
Billy: Cut our wages.
Foreman: Damnit can I finish a sentence?! ... It was either that or cut more of you completely. I couldn't do that. We're all family here. I'm trying. This isn't easy for any of us.
Billy: It's easier for those damn eggheads.
Foreman: I know. I don't like those pocket protectors any more than you. I'd put them out on their scrawny butts if I could. But, like it or not, that glass of theirs is paying the bills.
Billy: Not my bills, it ain't.
Billy: What's one them scientist salaries? Got to be, what, ten of ours. What if there was a little... "accident?"
Foreman: ... Billy! You aren't being serious!
Billy: Maybe I am, maybe I ain't. All I'm saying -- what the...
Foreman: What was that?
Billy: Wa'nt ain't me, boss... Honest!
Foreman: There's nothing scheduled that'd cause a quake like that. What the hell was that?! Respirators. Now!