Grant: Zounds, Eugene! You don't have to scream at me!
Xander: You are, without a doubt, the worst babysitter I could have picked.
Xander: What were you doing when she was out cavorting with dangerous revolutionaries?
Xander: And you've been starving her.
Kore: Yes.
Xander: I'll have charges brought against you.
Grant: It's your dumb law that the work groups withhold food from members who don't participate. I remember you going on and on about John Smith and Jamestown. You even vetoed Parliament's hardship amendment.
Grant: Why don't you two have dinner together and talk about it. Isn't it getting hot in here?
Grant: And don't zap me, you coward. No one has to be a telepath to know what you're thinking.