Xander: Mr. Shane was practically dead. This is morally equivalent to volunteering for the procedure.
Grant: No it's not! No, not at all! Not like you do it, not like this!
Grant: I'm not buying this slip-of-the-fingers nonsense! You wrecked that kid on purpose!
Grant: You drove him out of his mind! So what?! So he could be the future prince of this little kingdom that you have? Vespasian Xander you botched this! You wrecked it. No one else! So how does it feel? More blood on your hands. Another soul on your conscience.
Grant: And it doesn't have to be this way! You could heal him! I've seen enough of your power over the years. There's nothing you can't do. Except apparently, admit that you made a mistake and try your hardest to fix it.
Xander: Just fix him? What kind of a monster do you think I am?
Grant: Gee Eugene, where do I start? You won't heal him because...you've decided that you want a daughter instead of a son.
Xander: Not exactly.
Xander: Come on, you have more imagination than that.
Grant: That would be immoral. That's irresponsible even by your dubiously puritanical standards. And I'm not going to believe it of you. You are better than this.
Xander: This is my chance, and I'm taking it. You don't know how lonely I've been all these years.
Grant: Oh believe me, I do. You harp on it for weeks on end when you get in your moods.
Grant: What was that.
Telepathy(Xander): She's testing out her new mind. It's a challenge to keep a handle on. I haven't had this much fun in years.
Grant: Swordfish, you can bring Mr. Shane in now.
Xander: He can walk?
Grant: Of course, Do you think I'd disturb you in a blue funk for anything less important?
Grant: Go on, face your sins, Eugene.