Qureshi: It’s not enough!
Qureshi: All creatures band together against those who are not of their species. You cannot blame us for fighting you.
Qureshi: You’re a telepath. Go away to some other island and trouble the people there. We are tired of you here.
Xander: It’s my island. I’m going to put in an elephant preserve someday.
Xander: It’s my island. Why don’t you get your own?
Qureshi: We didn’t ask to get sent here!
Xander: I didn’t ask for it either! They didn’t care if you starved.
Xander: I kept you alive.
Qureshi: By God, you are an arrogant man.
Narration(Xander): Ha. Farook Qureshi. Sixty-two. Heart and soul of the Diamond Warriors Resistance to bring Freedom to Eynhallow. No contingency plans. Hypocrite, busybody, blowhard.
Narration(Xander): Phenomenal cook. Mostly a hypocrite. Earthman. Mostly harmless.
Qureshi: You are reading my mind right now, I feel your slippery tentacles down my neck. But consider this, telepath, what it must be like to be the subjects of a god.
Qureshi: How you might feel if I had been given the cosmic power you wield, and you were me, a lowly man.
Qureshi: I would tell you to have compassion on us poor insects but it is futile to plead with a whirlwind.
Xander: Don’t you dare lecture me about being the prisoner of God.
Xander: Don’t you dare.