Aristotle: Join me, Alexander. Feel the power of the Dark Side.
Aristotle: Alexander, I AM YOUR FATHER.
Aristotle: Look within your heart, Alexander, which is actually a heart, and is not merely the shadow of an ideal heart, because how the hell did Plato think that would work anyway? You know it to be true.
Aristotle: *chops off Alexander's hand with a light-sabre*