Kore: You, like me, play the monster. Because we realize that people need us. Even with your small-scale attempts on this island...we inspire their bland opinions...and they hate us even as we unite them.

Kore: You keep yourself from getting involved in all this human suffering around you. Good policy. And Grant, poor misguided altruist, can go and weep.

Kore: The please of unwashed humanity...cannot charm your selfish soul.

Xander: Eh, you're doing it wrong.

Xander: It's not like I ever had a choice about telepathy. I can't help who I am. I didn't make my own mind like this. All I've got to do is make sure...that at the end of the day, I can live with myself.

Xander: If I can brush my teeth in the morning...in front of a mirror, then I'm ok. That's it. That's all I care about.

Kore: I don't have the best relationship with mirrors.

Xander: This is supposed to be my grand effort to make you believe I'm not such a bad guy after all.

Xander: My long-shot trial at seduction...while still telling myself...that you came to me because you wanted to.

Kore: Oh, how nice. I'll have the lawyers draw up a prenup.

Xander: You make it really difficult for me to feel guilty about anything I've done to you.

Xander: Or am going to do.

Xander: Who knows? Maybe your arrogance is justified. And you'll actually be able to put up a fight. I don't want to get my hopes up too high though. Even now that you know about the ace up my sleeve...

Xander: ...you still won't believe that a 'nice guy' like me could do that. I didn't think it would be this easy to get you to like me. Way too easy. But I will change all that. You'll need your inner monster.

Xander: Because we are going to see who is stronger. Meaner. Colder.

Kore: For once, just once. Why can't it be about...whose stylist goes overboard on the lavender tint?