Grant: Do what?
Kore: You know what.
Grant: Didn’t Eugene tell you I’ve been practicing telepathy for years?
Kore: Is that what it’s called? And I’m referring to the mental picture you used to facilitate it. I think I’ve been scarred for life. My tender young eyes.
Grant: Serves you right.
Grant (telepathy): Plus you smell like a wet dog. And you’re going to ruin my upholstery.
Kore(telepathy): Sorry.
Grant: Where too?
Kore: We take Di home. Make sure she’ll be ok.
Kore: I wish I had a home to go to.
Grant: You’ve got one, Kore, my house is at your disposal. Don’t think you’ll want to meet Eugene again anytime soon.
Kore: No, I certainly don’t.
Grant: So much glass! Gonna pop a tire. Did they have to break all the windows?
Kore: What do you eat, Rhelan? I’ll wager you wouldn’t say not to a home-cooked meal.
Grant: I’ll let you take your best guess. And by that I mean, I’d like a road exactly how my mother used to make it.
Kore: Deal. See? This isn’t so bad.