"It begins where it ended. With pain… dealt from a familiar face. With a ticking clock. With a hero coming to the rescue. But this time… unlike the many times before, he would fail. And the hero whose quest was built upon tragedy, who sought vengeance to quell the pain of grief, found himself once again face to face with death.
A death of a partner. A death of a friend. A death in the family."
Zorg: Life, which you so nobly serve, comes from destruction, disorder and chaos. Now take this empty glass. Here it is: peaceful, serene, boring. But if it is destroyed… look at all these little things! So busy now! Notice how each one is useful. A lovely ballet ensues, so full of form and colour. Now, think about all those people that created them. Technicians, engineers, hundreds of people, who will be able to feed their children tonight, so those children can grow up big and strong and have little teeny children of their own, and so on and so forth. Thus, adding to the great chain of life. You see, father, by causing a little destruction, I am in fact encouraging life. In reality, you and I are in the same business.