Dent: Bat her up!
Tawrens: Goodbye Dent! Comfy?
Dent: Oh not again. [explodes]
Dent: [is damaged after explosion, arm makes cracking sound] Perhaps I should see one of those chiropractors.
Banning: Thirty minutes in the regenerator will suffice.
[Banning seems distant]
Dent: Something not right?
Banning: We have superior strengths. We have speed and technology. We have the numbers. Why is it that we can't defeat these two Therans and the collection of mortly ill prepared humans?
Dent: The quality of the Therans perhaps?
Banning: [aggrivated] Hmm!
D: Or the enviable quality the humans bring into the mix.
Banning: [aggrivated] Enviable quality?
Dent: Yeah. The human spirit. I have been reading about such things. In metaphysics, pshycology, religion.
Banning: Reading Mr. Dent? By embracing such cultural products you undermine our our effort to destroy them. [disgusted and angry] I should have burned their vile literature early on.
Dent: According to my studies during the program of murder and destruction we might have built up some bad karma. Something we might be working off through our current misfortunes.