Petey: You're not going to get a straight story out of Xinny here. Not until he's done a lot more soul-searching.
Xinchub: At least you're conceding that I've got a soul.
Petey: Yes, but it is battered, twisted, and drenched in the blood of the innocent.
Xinchub: Mmm. . . Yeah.
Petey: When you stop being pleased by that we'll know you're making progress.