In the future, a man struggles to keep his lunar nightclub out of the hands of the mafia.

Pluto Nash: You blew up my wood bar stools. You know how hard it is to get wood on the moon?
Pluto Nash: What happened?
James: Obviously, you did something stupid.
Dina Lake: What makes you so sure he'll help us out?
Pluto Nash: Oh, he'll help us. He couldn't sing a note if it weren't for me.
Dina Lake: You taught Tony Francis how to sing?
Pluto Nash: No, I convinced a bookie not to pour some acid down his throat.
Mogan: Hey Bruno. What are you? A 65?
Bruno: Model 63. Deluxe.
Kelp: 63? Talk about ancient.
Bruno: Your sister didn't seem to mind.
Pluto Nash: You married twins?
Tony Francis: No, I met the perfect woman, so I had her cloned.
Dina Lake: Which one is which?
Tony Francis: Who cares?
Rowland: There's a clone doctor named Runa Pedanken. Made a big name for herself creating an entire basketball team from one old guy.
Pluto Nash: The Air Jordans. Yeah.
Pluto Nash: That's a cryogenic Chihuahua!
Dina Lake: It's a real dog?
Pluto Nash: Oh, yeah, it's very delicate. You know it's illegal to bring pets up here. But I got a friend back in Juarez who knows how to freeze-dry these things. Look at that. It's a girl. Pop that little bitch in the particle wave for two minutes on defrost... she'll be running around the room.
Pluto Nash: So where'd you do your singing back Earth?
Dina Lake: Oh, weddings, bar mitzvahs, reincarnation rituals. The usual gigs.
Pluto Nash: So how's it going with you and Babbet?
Bruno: Me and Babbet? I don't think that's going to happen. I found out that I'm 110 volts and she's a 220.
Pluto Nash: Just go to the hardware store and get an adaptor.
Bruno: Nah. That just ruins it for me.