After all, somebody has to do the paperwork." "I'd agree if the paperwork was necessary and made sense." "If there wasn't any paperwork, we'd both be… - Wasp

We first dug out sixteen thousand fluent speakers of the several Sirian dialects. Eliminating the females and children brought the number down to nine thousand. Then, step by step, we cut out the elderly, the infirm, the weak, the untrustworthy, the temperamentally unsuitable. We weeded out those too short, too tall, too fat, too thin, too stupid, too rash, too cautious, and so forth. We weren't left with many among whom to seek for wasps.

Listen to me. You were born in Masham, capital city of Diracta – the Sirian home planet. Your father was a trader there at the time. You lived on Diracta until the age of seventeen, when you returned with your parents to Terra.

Nuts to that! I consider myself a cut above these Kastans, having been conceived in holy wedlock."
"So do we all. But we must conceal the fact for as long as seems expedient. Good manners is the art of pretending that one is not superior.