— This is the best offer you'll get.
— Don't get me wrong. It's a dream vacation. I mean, I load up, I go into space, I get inside the maximum-security nuthouse, save the President's daughter if she's not dead already, get past all the psychos who've just woken up. I'm thrilled that you would think of me.

— Make the Bey laugh, tell him of our customs. In short, tempt him to Versailles. So far, Saint-Amon's blunders have kept him away.
— Sire, this is a mission for a courtesan, not a diplomat!
— Good God! So much wrath! I simply thought that where a mediocre man had failed, a woman such as yourself could easily succeed.
— What kind of woman is that, Sire? You do not entrust this mission to the Marquise of Plessis-Belliere, but to the widow of the sorcerer of Peyrac!

You are terminated.