The question is: until reinforced, can we learn the ways of church mice.
Let's leave it all alone. I'm stupidest when I try to be funny.
Don't I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution.
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.
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?