[With the others in the meat-locker]

To wage his war, my brother needs this. [Holding the crown piece and cylinder] The final piece of the crown of BethMora and this map to the location of the Golden Army chamber.

The Golden Army. The harbingers of death, the unstoppable tide–

[Under his breath]

Howdy Doody.

Your Highness, if you hand the crown piece over to us–

No. Where it goes, I go. My father died to uphold the truce with your world. We must honor his noble intentions.

The lady is in dire danger.

I take is your are vouching for her, Agent Sapien?

Most emphatically, yes.

Even so– I am sorry, but we simply cannot assume such responsibility on our own.

[Getting in Johann's face]

Lady just lost her father, what more do you want?

You may not care, but there are procedures, rules, and little handbooks that–

She's coming with us. You got that, gasbag?

(offended)

What– what did you call me?!

(from behind the group)

You! You will pay for what happened to my friend down there.

(Turning to face him, sarcastically)

Yeah, right. You take checks?

(Enraged)

Demon. Born from a womb of shadows, sent to destroy their world, and you still believe you belong?

Are we going to talk all night? Because I'm really sleepy.