Wayne: Now, if you were studying buffoonery and idiotic behavior, that is something we're experts on.
Wayne: You said you hadn't brought a gun.
Waxillium: I didn't bring a gun. You know me better than that, Wayne. I never go anywhere with just one.
Wayne: I thought of you happy in a comfy bed, resting and relaxing, spending the rest of your life sipping tea and reading papers while people bring you food and maids rub your toes and stuff...
Wayne: And I just couldn't leave you to a fate like that. I'm too good a friend to let a mate of mine die in such a terrible situation.
Wayne: No. Boring.
Wayne: Seemed like you two were having some kind of 'smart people' moment. Didn't want to interfere.
Wax: Wise of you. Your stupidity can be infectious.
Waxillium: Two tripwires, rigged with explosives. Nothing else dangerous that we could find. Other that Wayne's body odor.
Wayne: That's the smell of incredibleness!
Voice from the darkness: He is dead, young lady. I am sorry for your loss.
Marasi: [gasp of horror]
Voice from the darkness: Yes, he was simply too handsome, too clever, and too immensely remarkable in all aspects of his existence to allow to live. It took a hundred men to bring him down, and he killed all but one. His last words were "Tell Wax...that he's a total git...and he still owes me five notes."
Wayne: Oh, Wax has always been solemn. But when he's at his best, there's a smirk underneath.