(cheerfully) Oh, where-ever are my manners! Can I offer you an ice cold Nuka Cola while you wait for the train, mister? Or perhaps a Boston Bugle, hot off the presses! Or, if you're feeling lost in our beautiful new subway station, then just ask A.G.N.I.S., and I'll get you pointed in the right direction.

(somber)  It's getting worse. Has been for...weeks? Or months. Honestly, darling, I can't hardly keep track of the days anymore. All I know is that when I go to the dark place....I am well and truly gone.

(verge of tears) And Kit. Oh...she's just a child, you understand? She wants to help, but hasn't got the heart to do...this. And nor should she. Nor...should she.