Where's the orchestra?

“What in five hells do you think yer doing? This place tends to try to hire the armature night people!”

“Having a good time, who are you to tell me otherwise?”

“God, you spoiled brats are all alike, you know that? It really pisses me off to see you rich brats come down here and make fun of people’s reality. It isn’t a goddamn game!”

“You sure have a mouth on you now.”

“What, you going to show me how to use it? I swear you’re all the same. All the fucking same.”

"And don't you find it below you to be a guard dog?"

"I fail to see how my position is any of your business, human."

"Well, we are serving the same master."

"I have NO master, you pathetic excuse for an intelligent being."

"Insults are the words of a losing argument."

"You speak in the elder's tongue."

"I had a good teacher."

"You have a good master, you mean?"

"Better than your own, and if you honestly thought I was below your time, you'd have killed me."

"… what is it you came to speak with me on, other than watching the child of the Crisis?"

"I would like to send you back where you belong."

"The jewel about the Crisis Host's neck."

"…and why tell me that?"

"You're not… dangerous enough to perk her defenses."

"I'm not sure if that was an insult or not."

"Sometimes even pathetic things are not without their perks."

"Oh what's that look for?"

"So who was she?"

"Oh, an old girlfriend…"

"Another dancer?"

"Yeah, do you dance?"

*laughs* "Not like that, dear. Not like that."

"Maybe you could show me the otherkind sometime then?"

"Maybe I could."