Mike Howell: I really am sorry, Phoebe. I really thought I could beat the panic attacks this time.
Phoebe: It's okay.
Mike Howell: It's not.
Phoebe: No, it's fine.
Mike Howell: No, it's not fine. This is something I really wanted to do for you. Then I ruined it and now we're going back home.
Phoebe: You didn't ruin this.
Mike Howell: Yes, I did. It's my fault. You should be mad at me. Why not?
Phoebe: No. You can't help it, Mike.
Mike Howell: Okay. Thanks.
Mike Howell: Something very weird is happening to me: I keep killing people! There's a chance I may be... a robot.
Otis: We lost two assets attempting to neutralize Wiseman-designate Howell.
Adrian Yates: How is that possible?
Otis: He was armed with a spoon, sir.