Xander: Pick a target.

Grant: —I gave it to—I gave it to—

Xander: Pick. One. Now.

Grant: Esmerelda Jones.

Xander: Brilliant. You’ll love my plan, by the way.

Xander: Come on, follow me. Having second thoughts yet?

Grant: Eugene, you can’t do anything bad, Kore will stop you.

Xander: Oh but I’ve sent her packing. Lover’s quarrel, you know.

Xander: Go on, open the doors.

Grant: I’m not going in there.