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

Bloodletting on my premises that I ain't approved I take as a f***ing affront. It puts me off my feed.

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?

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

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

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

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