If you're gonna get mad at me every time I do something stupid, then I guess I'll just have to stop doing stupid things.
Restrain yourself... and gloat in silence. I'll have no jubilation here. It is an impious thing to exult over the slain.
And here I am using my own lungs like a sucker.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
First you don't want me to get the pony, then you want me to take it back. Make up your mind!
I'll get out of this city alive, even if it kills me!