Destro: We'll break your spirit soon enough, my dear Scarlett. Seeing you a groveling slave will provide me with great pleasure. (Laughs)
Scarlett: Graveling before a meatball like you, (Moving her feet close to her crossbow) isn't my style, Destro.
Destro: You're a paradox, Scarlett. (Turning to see Scarlett aiming her crossbow at him) You little fool. (Scarlett fires at Destro) You've doomed the controls. We're both finished.