Cytat:
Royce: Your first deadline's tomorrow. I want to see eight thousand words. Printable words. I still remember that essay you wrote when the Beast got elected. I do not want to see the word "fuck" typed eight thousand times again.

Cytat:
Spider: You treacherous sack of shit, I can't work without a phone --
Royce: You're dangerous with a phone. Remember what you did when you were alone with a phone in Prague? Remember how many people died?

Cytat:
Spider: The boy's weird, Channon. You should trade him in. Or sell him for salvage.
Channon: Yeah, right. Take advice on relationships from a man whose ex-wife won't come out of cryonic freeze until he's dead...
Spider: Who told you that?
Channon: You did.

A pause.

Spider: Silence. I am watching television.