Xander: You don’t think I’d do it. You would do it in my place!

Xander: My God, you were contemplating it a mere hour ago. An uncontrollable telepath is a serious problem, my dear.

Xander: Present company included, you understand. I didn’t think I’d ever meet anyone out of prison who’d killed as many people as I have, and here you’ve embarrassed me!

Xander: I’m but an amateur in your august shadow! At least serial killers feel something from the deed.

Xander: Don’t you dare stand there calculating your boardroom negotiations, demanding that I release Thanos to you. You’re a mad, conscienceless—

Kore: What? Go find some doggrel word to express your disgust. What have I ever done that you haven’t?

Kore: Set myself up as judge and jury over some poor guilty bastard who cried as he died when I shed no tear for him now or ever?

Kore: Seriously? Pot meet kettle you’re a damned telepath!!!