[Don't think he doesn't notice you watching him, Herr Quinn! He's been trained from birth, and he does know he's being studied. But -- Ilsa likes you. And, honestly, he wants and needs more friends in Mayfield, and in this town he can risk his dignity to make friends...rather than sacrificing it entirely to fool enemies. So the worst he gives you is a small smile and a very campy nose-in-the-air harrumph, saying,]

You should know I am quite serious and intellectual, Herr Quinn! [Grins bigger.] But I also love adventure stories. This one is very good.

[Attention returns to screen, and he scowls.] Verdammt Germana. No better in your world than the Baron in mine. Order and control? Pfah. Conquest and occupation, also. The law of conquest only breeds more trouble, in the end.

Go, Indiana! Again!

Oh! More snakes! LOTS more snakes! Poor minion who had to manage all that lot!