[after leaving the Mangalores with a crate of ZF-1s]

I don't like warriors. Too narrow-minded, no subtlety, and worse, they fight for hopeless causes. Honor! [scoffs] Honor's killed millions of people, hasn't saved a single one. I'll tell you what I do like, though: a killer. A dyed-in-the-wool killer. Cold-blooded, clean, methodical and thorough. Now a real killer, when he picked up the ZF-1, he would have immediately asked about the little red button on the bottom of the gun. [back with the Mangalores: while most of them play around with the guns, one curiously presses the red button on his, killing them all in a huge explosion; Zorg looks unfazed]