...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.

See now, how men lay blame upon us gods for what is after all nothing but their own folly.

So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

We live in a society of laws. Why do you think I took you to all those Police Academy movies? For fun? Well, I didn't hear anybody laughing, did you?

There will be killing till the score is paid.

You can't go wrong with cocktail weenies. They look as good as they taste. And they come in this delicious red sauce. It looks like ketchup, it tastes like ketchup, but brother, it ain't ketchup!