Mr. Grey: I’m aware of your hostility torwards PsiCorp and the reason for it. And I sympathize.
Ivanova: You do? How nice! I should send you a card on your birthday!
Mr. Grey: May I sit down?
Ivanova: Aren’t you suppose to be peeking in the someone’s mind?
Mr. Grey: You’re very charming … in an odd sort of way.
Ivanova: If you enter my mind for any reason, I will twist your head off and use it for a chamber pot.
Lennier: Ah, Mr. Garibaldi. I was just about to embark on the mysteries of the fuel injection system. Would you care to join me?
Garibaldi: If I knew who god was, I would thank her.
Garibaldi: Your starting to irritate me, Mr. Franks, and I don’t like being irritated. It gives me gas.
Ivanova: May I borrow your PPG to shoot myself squarely in the head?
Ivanova: A boyhood dream came true. I’m in tears!