Xander: You might not want to come along for this one. It’ll only take a moment.
Grant: Not a chance, Eugene.
Grant: Anti-American Communists. When will they figure out you never looked that good? Why do they need to see you like that to hate you? Why can’t they see you for what you are?
Xander: I don’t know why. I was an ugly child, awkward young man, face like a skeleton, and now I’m over the hill and gaining speed.
Grant: Don’t I know it. The wind drives wrinkles into your skin.
Xander: If we’re going to go smashing through a lynch mob…
Xander: …do you want a younger body to do it in?
Grant: No thanks.
Xander: One day you’ll see sense, Rhelan!
Xander(thought): Hopefully before you die a horrible death that I could have prevented.