Bramwell: "Eye contact, glorious eye contact!!!"
Parallel 1841 Quentie: "I dominate you from above, and all that. Now please pardon me, while I mesmerize youse and distract yer attention from the fact that I'm about to head for the hills! My career can't be hurt by this li'l thing we call DS! Trust me, you won't even know I was ever gone!"