Grant: I don't think you understand. You don't have a right to do this to people and then leave them to shift for themselves when it goes wrong.

Grant: You changed Shane's mind. Now you're responsible for him.

Xander: No one could ever be responsible for another soul. Where do you get these weird ideas?

Xander: As if I could, merely by declaring it, assume another man's soul as my personal possession. That Almighty God would simply acquiesce to chalk the whole idea up to good intentions and not mind the tangled bookkeeping.

Xander: You want me to be Jesus Christ here, heal the sick, and turn the universe into a beautiful utopia, just because I can.

Xander: And yet, I'm the one who is being unreasonable.

Grant: you are a god among men. You even created male and female after your own image. Perhaps in time, you could turn the whole world like you.

Xander: That is the dumbest thing you've said in about four hours.

Grant: Yes, a whole world of telepaths. Me...you...sharing our thoughts equally without any antiquated notions of shame or privacy.

Grant: It's been in your power for sixty-three years a world of total peace of complete understanding. The elimination of greed...

Grant: The ability to truly walk a mile in the other man's moccasins.

Grant: All of us together sharing that luminous existence of leisure and satisfaction, and you are responsible for that. If you don't fulfill what is so obviously your evolutionary destiny--

Xander: Who exactly is going to hold me accountable for this responsibility?

Grant: Mankind.

Xander: Like they do now?