Grant: Hey!

Grant: Hey!

Thought(Grant): Oh no... There's no red shirt in the crowd anymore...Eugene's killed him.

Xander: Jumping Jehosephat Rhelan you have such a macabre mind!

Xander: Punks seem to be out en force today. Turn into the alley up there. Let's see what's going on.

Grant: We'll be late to the TV station.

Xander: they can live on their own for fifteen minutes.

Narration(Grant): sky's getting greenish...

Narration(Grant): and he's starting to feel like a lightning rod. ...ready to smoke someone.