Nale: Oh, my, no. Not since they became a player race. Now the whole species consists of nothing but Chaotic Good rebels, yearning to throw off the reputation of their evil kin.
Haley: Evil kin? Didn't you just say they were all Chaotic Good?
Jay: Doesn't work.
Mike: —is the wrong approach...And John Travolta wants to move back to Psychlovania? Psychlo Homeworld? And have a fancy house, and a wife/wives and be rich, but he's stuck in this shit-ass job where he has to watch over this planet being mined. And then the Fat Guy, for no reason, in a really awkward scene that goes on forever... seems to enjoy telling John Travolta that he's gotta stay there. And everyone's angry all the time. Everyone's angry.