Chrissy: What if he's not dead?
Parson Staffer: Hope is an admirable quality, but foolish isn't.
Terl: Do you want lunch?
Terl: Attention. This is Terl, your chief of security. Exterminate all man-animals at will, and happy hunting.
Ker: I don't know what you're so down about. You still get to be head of security, which, from what I can tell, is a pretty cushy job.
Terl: Well, I can assure you that I was not groomed since birth to have some cushy job that even a moron like you could perform. While you were still learning how to spell your name, I was being trained to conquer galaxies! To do anything less is a disgrace to my entire family line.
Chirk: I am going to make you as happy as a baby Psychlo on a straight diet of kerbango.