Di: Know much about terrorist groups, then?

Kore: I'm in complete opposition to your policy on the abolition of the guaranteed minimum income. Capital should be kept out of the hands of people who don't know how to use it.

International Church of Jedi Knights: Send out the dark lord!

Di: But that doesn't make any sense, I care about people! Welfare programs are demeaning by design! They deny people's agency!

Kore: You're new to politics, aren't you.

Di: I refuse to be addressed by any name other than Madam Prime Minister!

Kore: What are you, crazy?

Narration(Kore): Melissa Baalba, Esq. Not the highest LSAT in the class of -93. Aka Di Beelzebubba, Prime Minister of Eynhallow. Figures.

Di: Exactly how long have you been here? How do you know about our political platform? This group wasn't supposed to have received citizenship yet.

Kore: It floated to the surface.

Di: You give me the heebie-jeebies. And there's only one person on this island who's supposed to give you that feeling...

Kore: Don't be paranoid.

Marozi: Stop! Stop! Ceasefire!

International Church of Jedi Knights: It's the dark lord! Keep your hand at the level of your eyes!

Marozi: I give myself up!

Marozi: Ok, ok, you've got me. ...But first...

Marozi: Join me! And we will rule the galaxy together as father and son!

Ministers: Bravo! Bravo!

Kore: This is our cue to make a discreet exit.

Grant: Your excellency! I'm completely mortified!

Di: Quite all right overseer.

Esme: God, Kore, have you decided to see reason and join the Resistance yet? Resist the insanity, I say.

Esme: And don't worry about James. He can out-mind-trick any Jedi ever took the cloth. They're probably staring each other to death as we speak.

Esme: So, lunch?

Kore: Definitely.

Kore: Yeah. Pax, Ves, Vale.

Esme: What was that?

Xander: Nolle prosequi.