Narration(Kore): He walks with his head held high. But I think it's because he's afraid to look at me.
Grant: Go on, join a guild. It's like the fraternity system. Everyone has to have an affiliation. Keeps the peace.
Grant: plus they'll give you a uniform so you don't have to walk around in rags.
Kore: Fraternity? Why do I get the feeling that you know I have a killer hangover?
Grant: No idea.
Kore: If it's a fraternity...there should be some hair-of-the-dog in my near future, right?
Grant: I doubt there will be a shortage of that.
Esme: Come on, noob.
Thought(Grant): I sat through three rounds of court hearings on her preschool age proposal last year.
Esme: I've done this before. Do you want to end up in a trapeze artist guild?
Thought(Grant): I've seen her around town. She's a first-class idiot professional provocateur.
Esme: No? I didn't think so. Come on. Come on.
Thought(Grant): But I know I've seen that arm-grabbing stunt before.
Esme: Well?
Thought(Kore): Professional hoodlum, eh? I can work with that.