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?
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.
Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.
You can't slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.