Jinx: Max and Jinx...friends...forever.

Trish: It's a miniature extratresstrial.

Kevin: My philosophy is: sleep late, drive fast, and not take any of this shit seriously.

Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen, please return your seats and tray-tables to their full upright positions, and extinguish all smoking material, as we're about to land in the red zone. Ahh! No survivors!

Rudy: Holy shit!
Jinx: "Shit". Solid waste aboard space station. Can be handled in one of two ways...

Andie: The computer does most of the work. Now the first lesson I want to teach you is... *Rudy moves the control stick, causing the simulator to lurch backward* "Why I Won't Touch Anything Until I Know How to Use It."
Rudy: By Rudy Tyler.
Max: Yeah, Rudy.

Andie: So what brings you to space camp?
Tish: Well I did this audit at GPL radio estronomy. It was unbelieveable. I mean can you imagine an extra terrestrial disc jokey? Like listening to radio waves from space? I mean like waiting for signs of intelligence?
Andie: ...Like I know the feeling.

Andie: Everybody, let's think, where are we going to get more oxygen?
Kevin: I could run down to the 7-Eleven.

Kevin: All right, who talked?
Max: It wasn't me, Han Solo, Zach got the information from Jinx.
Kevin: Max... I am not Han Solo. You are not Luke Skywalker. There's no Empire. There's no Force and there's no Dark Side!

NASA guy: How the hell am I supposed to keep a lid on this? People for 500 miles know the shuttle went up.
Commander Zach Burkstroom: Tell them the truth. You sent my wife and five kids up from Spacecamp. They'll never believe it.