You let me get a doctorate? ...What the hell, Polnareff...

[It's different, hearing it from Polnareff than it is from a stranger. Strangers say you're this, you're that, you're such and such way, but Polnareff knows him already, and he knows Polnareff. Polnareff always knows who he is. This is no exception.]

...I'm glad. That you have someone. You ought to have someone. So...good.