Oh my god.
Surely you can't be serious. –I am serious, and don't call me Shirley.
What do you want of me? –What we want from you... is you.
Well take a good look, lads. This night might well be the last you spend in this castle.
Oh, a spoilsport, huh?
What does your foot odor say about your sexual prowess? "Sniffing For Love" on the next Sick Sad World!
Son, you so complicate my life.
Run diagnostics. Show me her memory file.
My god, it's almost dark. They'll be waking up soon!
Ooh, somebody stop me!