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

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.

Pain or damage don't end the world.

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

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

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