I warn you, Mr. Attinger of Earth, an alliance is a contract, and contracts, like humans, expire.

On this planet, we have a saying. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend"

I also have a saying: I don't care.

So what happened in Mexico City? I thought you had him.

Three direct hits. Mortal wound. Then your men allowed him to escape. You promised me human intelligence. Or is there such a thing?

You know, you still never told me? Why do you want him? Who are you working for?

Every galaxy I traveled, all you species are the same. You think that you're the center of the universe. You have no idea.