The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man, and give some back.

Yeah, the cut throats and the pigs. But who wants all that blood spilled, judge, huh? Isn't there a simpler way of not pissing off the big vipers?

The obvious merits utterance. Character is f**king pertinent.

Let's leave it all alone. I'm stupidest when I try to be funny.

Pain or damage don't end the world.

I wouldn't trust a man who wouldn't try to steal a little.

Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.