Lucius: What are we doing here, Bob?
Bob: We're protecting people.
Lucius: Nobody asked us.
Bob: You need an invitation?
Lucius: I'd like one, yes. We keep sneaking around, and... You remember Gazer Beam?
Bob: Yeah, there was something about him in the paper.
Lucius: He had trouble adjusting to civilian life too.
Bob: When was the last time you saw him?
Lucius: I don't see anyone from the old days, Bob, just you, and we're pushing our luck as it is.