Narration(Xander):I laugh at Grant for his worrying...but he's got a point. He can't even haul this guy up the bank back to the car. I can stop a hurricane in its tracks. I was always the wonder kid. He thinks I need his wisdom. I think I need his hope.
Thought(Grant):Vain spot-faced show off! Thank heaven he's finally getting old!
Grant: What are you going to do with him?
Xander: Save him. Per your request.
Grant: Yes, but after that. He can't stay on the island. He's a US citizen.
Grant: One, Athanasius Shane of Carbonville Utah. Now unless you want the nice folks in Washington to remember that you're out here...being lazy...I think you'd do well to remember that we've got no orders for this.
Xander: Run a background check. I'll decide what to do when we have more information. Unless you want me to run my own version of a background check.
Grant: And deal with your week-long manic depressive fit after you sift the skulls of the entire United States? You win, telepath. You always do.
Grant: What about the other one? You said there was a woman. What? Was she dead when you got back? Trust you to save the guy and let the girl die. Whatever happened to women and children first? You're such a misogynist!
Narration(Xander): This is the point that he'll never get over...the point I change...when he realizes that I never was the untouchable alien he thinks I am. This crazy idea! But I've already lost my head, and it's as good as done. He will...never...forgive me.
Grant: By the way, it's your anniversary. Double anniversary, actually, Colonel Xander.
Narration(Xander): It'll be a technically challenging problem. But she's got the brain for it...and the will to endure.
Narration(Xander):Now all I need is a convincing cover story. And some way to stay under her radar for a day or two. Some way to confuse us both just long enough to pique her interest ...and make her stay.
Grant: You've been in the army for double the amount of time you needed for a full retirement. We've had forty-four dad-blasted golly-awful years together. You should celebrate. If you're not busy doing other idiotic things.
Xander: Oh I plan to, General Grant.
Grant: Plan to what? Do idiotic things?
Xander: You'd be shocked.