Westray: "I'm pretty skeptical about the goodness of the good. I think that if you ransacked the archives of the redeemed you would uncover tales of moral squalor quite beyond the merely appalling. I've pretty much seen it all, Counselor, and it's all shit. I could live in a monastery, scrub the steps, wash the pots, maybe do a little gardening. Why not?"
Counselor: "You're serious."
Westray: "Very."
Counselor: "Why don't you?"
Westray: "In a word, women."