Kore: I’ll get no help from you. I’ll shoot through the sky like a comet and burn.

Kore: Sometimes you have to make a choice. Even if it’s wrong.

Kore: Farook, do you hear me?!

Kore: We’re gonna set off some fireworks in honor of your bigoted whore!

Marozi: Shh!

Kore: I’ll go alone.

Kore: Deal the hand again, Raphael. Start again with a different puppet, Raphael.

Marozi: You’ll give us away! Xander will know we have guns!

Marozi: No one should ever be given the choice between instant death and eternal life.

Qureshi: James…are you there? What’s going on?