(..) How fastidious you've become, Wormtail. As I recall, you once called the nearest gutter pipe home. Could it be that the task of nursing me has become wearisome for you? Oh, no. No, no, my Lord Voldemort. I only meant... (..)

(..) The hosts within their loops, stick to their scripts with minor improvisations. This isn't a minor improvisation. This is a fucking shitstorm. We recall all remaining updated hosts tomorrow. Examine them one by one, decommission the faulty ones. A recall of that size will be disruptive. I've told our overstimulated friend to advance the saloon heist a week and make it twice as bloody. Should give us cover to recall the remaining hosts and the guests will love it. I'm not sure Ford will approve. I'm not sure either, which is why you get to be the one to tell him. This is your fuckup, Bernie. (..)