Xander: You ready?

Hugh: Yes sir.

Xander: Ok.

Thought(Lyrken): How is this possible? I can't be seeing this!

Thought(Grant): That is absolutely disgusting.

Telepathy(Xander): So don't go into medicine.

Thought(Grant): Jeepers creepshow, not the striptease. You don't know how embarrassed I am for you

Xander: Now, we'll just bandage you up...

Thought(Grant): Do either of them seriously think you have to go through this elaborate charade? Bandages? Glowing lights and handwaving? Running up like you were all worried? With your shirt buttoned up wrong?

Xander: Now, promise me that you'll take it easy for the next six weeks? Up you go, you can stand now. Get a proper bandage on it, and don't jump for a while, ok? I'll know if you do.

Lyrken: I don't know what to tell people! They all saw him dying!

Xander: Oh they already know all about me. No explanations necessary.

Xander: Vespasian Xander. Welcome to my home.

Grant: So there goes your latest conquest. Excited that God's ministerial call directed him to found the forty-eighth church of Eynhallow. All because the atheist-in-chief smiled at him and shook his hand.

Xander: I did something nice. You were absolutely shouting at me earlier.

Grant: He believes in you now. That's how you crush people beyond all hope. Break their spirits...destroy their faith.

Xander: I was supposed to help the kid, but not enjoy it too much? You're the monster, Rhelan. ...not me.

Xander: And lend me your coat. I'm freezing.

Grant: I am not lending you my coat.

Xander: Fine. Enjoy some anthropogenic global warming.

Xander: I'll have to postpone signing the Kyoto treaty for another week. Are you happy now?