Kore: Rhelan, you don’t mind dropping me off in town on your way?
Kore: I think I should make some sort of public announcement to reassure my constituents.
Grant: They’re not your constituents until you’re elected.
Grant: Right now they’re just your groupies.
Kore: And for how much longer if word gets out what happened? I left the Prime Minister in Mr. Shane’s room.
Grant: Shane, huh? Another seizure? Glad it wasn’t you and him.
Kore: Di was giving me this look, like I’d done something unforgivable. Is this what his telepathy feels like?
Kore: No matter what I do, it tears my world apart? Destroys everyone I love? I thought I saved them.
Kore: And this is my thanks? Gosh he’s really getting to me, isn’t he?
Grant: Your hair is getting longer.
Kore: Yeah well, hair does that.
Grant: You people create your own problems. I have no sympathy.
Narration(Kore): But he laughs.