You're going to break my heart, aren't you?
Children see magic because they look for it.
So I am death" Charlie said then turned to his daughter while buttering his toast. "This is death toast sweety.
Don't bruise the Foo!
Nobody's perfect... Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him.
Just because he was pretty didn't mean he couldn't be improved by a smack upside the head with a piece of earnest hickory