Emperor Cruz: Every ship in our fleet - and in The Continuum fleet - has a governor on its speed.
We fly slower than the drive would allow, because no pilot, no computer, can react fast enough to oncoming debris in pinched space. Captain Taneel (Listening)
Emperor Cruz: But a fleet piloted by your rat-thing could take the Drive to its theoretical limits!
...and The Continuum would have no way to fight it!
Emperor Cruz (off-panel): So here is what you will do: you will find his people. You will find his planet. And you will get them all flying for me.
...By any means necessary.
Emperor Cruz: And to accomplish that, you'll have your pick of the finest crew in the fleet!
...A chance to pick THE BEST OF THE BEST!
Nosh (two fisted milkshake drinking): MMF? MMF. MMF! Denny's waitress: Sir? We're closing.
...And we're out of shakes.