Xander: Ah my dear prime minister! Melissa how are you?

Di: Excellent your odiousness. And by that, I do mean working for you is hell.

Xander: That good, eh?

Kore: Why the long face? We won't demand your blood in an arcane ritual until after the election.

Grant: Gee thanks. That's all I need from you people. Do you know your associates are looking for you?

Grant: I'm sick and tired of these strongarm attempts to escape. If you can't face the fact that Eugene will come after you...you should get used to living here and quit whining.

Kore: I suggest you do everything Michael Barazza tells you to.