Mitchell: No, no. I-I-I thought I was ready, but I'm not. I'm not. I-I've fantasized so long about coming, and now that that we're here, I am I'm mortified, okay? I'm a 40-year-old man.
Phil: No, you're not. You're a 390-year-old Highland Norph. And you're walking in with a lifer. This baby gets us all-access and two free yards of mead. Through those doors lies your destiny. What's the Galderean word for "bravery"?
Mitchell: Lochtani.
Phil: Again!
Mitchell: Lochtani.
Phil: Namu oponggi su-whi-gorth!