“Just remember you have to bear my choice with the same grace and even tempered temerity I’ve shown with yours. (Shahara)Good. I get to whine and bitch. Can’t wait. (Syn)”

“You have a lot of faith in luck, don’t you? (Shahara)Not at all. She’s a vicious bitch who seldom knocks on my door. (Syn)”

“You have some severe mental problem I need to be aware of, don’t you? (Shahara)Just because I eat babies for breakfast and pick my teeth with their bones doesn’t mean I’m nuts. (Syn)Any other weird habits I should be aware of? (Shahara)Just my need to dance naked in the streets under the light of a full moon. (Syn)”

“Shut up. Asshole. (Shahara)I live for your endearments. (Syn)”

“What now? (Shahara)I’m thinking. (Syn)Could you think a little quicker? (Shahara)You’re not helping. (Syn)You’re lucky you’re still breathing and not limping. (Shahara)”

“Excuse me, but I’ve been to some of the toughest zones in the galaxy to get my targets. And I have never once gone after a target and failed. Ever. (Shahara)Yeah, but you’ve never been chased before. It’s a lot harder to be the prey than it is to be the predator. (Syn)”

“Hey, don’t apologize. We all have shit to deal with. I have the same reaction sometimes, too. (Syn)I find that hard to believe. (Shahara)It’s true. You ever want to see me really wig out? Hand me a candy bar. (Syn)”