Ben Tennyson, Magister Coronach and others in “The Enemy of My Enemy”

[to Argit's lifeless body] You can get up now.

He's dead, son.

No, he's playing dead. Come on, Argit. Show's over.

Is he gone yet? Hey, if I hadn't shut off my pulse, he would've kept hitting me!

Shut off your pulse?

How do you think a species that obnoxious managed to survive so long?

Such as?

You assaulted two of my cadets, not to mention the fourteen the warrants for you arest. Lock him up.

You ain't serious.

Oh, yes, we is. Or "are".

Now that we is genuine cadets.

Or "are".

I am having a very bad day.