You can kiss me if you like," she said. Alex let go of her and turned away. "Thanks, Fiona," he said. "But frankly I'd prefer to kiss the horse.

He had tattooed all of the names of the men he had killed on his body...unfortunately he had run out of room.

He looked from the phone to the unconscious figure of the Salesman. "What did you do to him?" he asked. "He got the wrong number," Alex said.

The birds fly in the wrong places and there are too many stars in the sky.

Do you realise how much trouble you're in?" "Perhaps I'll have some Weetabix after all.

Let me ask you a question Alex. What do you think is the greatest evil on this plant today?" "Is that including, or not including you?

Go to Venice. Find Scorpia. And you will find your destiny.