Seriously though, doesn't it bother you that the primary gag is to repeat the same five words at each beat in the rhythm of that scene? It's such a lowest common denominator bit. This is sort of an odd crux to juxtapose, as a premise of art immitating life.

On the one hand, you have a plot device delivering some interesting sci-fi exposition to move the story forward, and on the other hand, you've got this squeamish every man wringing his hands from the vantage point of some supposed moral high ground, each ignoring the other, distracted by their own fixation.

Really makes you think.