Narration(Xander): Kore…what kind of person hates themselves enough to put on that little demonstration to shame the crowd?

Narration(Xander): My breath is still burning in my lungs. And my heart pounds with phantom spasms.

Narration(Xander): And I have never felt this way before.

Marozi: I … uh… would you like a refill?

Marozi: You’ve spilt half of it on the table. Would you like a napkin?

Xander: Why are you so weird?

Esme: George, just hang here a moment. I’ve got someone I’d like you to meet. This is really important to me.

Esme: Farook?! You’ll never believe what’s happened today!

Narration(Xander): There’s a man with a more ridiculous name than ‘Vespasian Eugene Xander’ on Eynhallow.

Narration(Xander): And I can spare enough time from destroying Esme Jones’ life to meet him.

Narration(Xander): General Ly’treen Michael Jackson. His comrades at the Air Force academy hadn’t been particularly kind.

Jackson: Uh thanks. You ain’t…uh..that guy…

Narration(Xander): He’d grudgingly begun calling himself ‘George’ after threatening a lawsuit…

Xander: What me, the Evil Overlord? I wish.

Narration(Xander): …and the Air Force had enthusiastically promoted him to major general after a suitable lapse of time. Sure there are fifteen generals on Eynhallow right now.

Jackson: No you don’t! Believe me you don’t! That man has no soul.

Narration(Xander): But still, General Grant, General Jackson…

Xander: I thought everyone had a soul. Maybe not a good one, but still.

Marozi: So that’s a triple caramel no-fat whip…

Narration(Xander): I’ll ask one of my lackeys in Washington to send me a Sherman.

Narration(Xander): Someone I can relate to.

Jackson: He ain’t a man, he’s a demon.

Xander: Men can be worse than demons. Usually are, in fact.

Marozi: Oops! Gracious me!