— You do know Elvis is dead?
— No, Elvis is not dead. He just went home.
DELIVER THE GALAXY OR THE EARTH WILL BE DESTROYED... SORRY.
— May I ask why you felt little Tiffany deserved to die?
— She was the only one that seemed dangerous.
— How'd you figure that?
— I was gonna pop this guy hanging from the light... but he's just working out. How'd I feel if somebody bust my ass while I'm on the treadmill? Then I saw this snarling beast. I noticed he had a tissue in his hand and realized... he's not snarling, he's sneezing. Ain't no threat there. Then I saw Tiffany. 8-year-old white girl, middle of the ghetto... bunch of monsters at night with quantum physics books? She about to start some shit. Those books are way too advanced for her. If you ask me, she's up to something.
— You sold a carbonizer with implosion capacity to an unlicensed cephlapoid.
— He looked all right to me.
A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals, and you know it.
See, what I can't understand is why you gotta come down here, bringing all this ruckus, snatching up galaxies and everything.