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?

Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.

Change ain't looking for friends. Change calls the tune we all dance to.

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

You can't slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.

The question is: until reinforced, can we learn the ways of church mice.

Don't I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution.