"I think you're very attractive."
"That's a lie. I know how you and Charlie Adcock get together and look at those magazines with pictures of Earth women. Your tongues practically hang out."
"You've been spying on us."
"Really, Harry. Is looking at a magazine so secret I'm not permitted to watch? Why don't you treat me like an equal, anyway? But no, you think of the women of Earth. Well, let me tell you this, Harry Marsden: I'm stronger than them, I can work harder and I'll probably live longer and have more kids. What do you say to that?"
"I'm going into Talbor City. If you don't want to see them, I do."
"Watch that collar doesn't strangle you along the way."
"I'll get used to it," said Marsden, running a thick finger between stiff cloth and raw skin.
"Your face is getting red."
"That's all right."
"Red as a beet."