You know what I like about you? You have no sense. You sit here in my house, you can barely hold a spoon, and you're telling me 'no'. You'd pull on Death's whiskers if you could reach them.

A pissy werelion was rather difficult to live with.

You sure you don’t want me to stay? I’ll make you coffee and ask you about your day.

He said 'woman' in the same way I'd say 'Mmmm, yummy chocolate.

He joked while Dali cut him, mangling the words with his monstrous jaws, snarled with a pretended rage and dramatically promised to "kirrrl youraaalll for this!

What do you do to your hair?" "Dust, hair gel, and a little gun oil." "Ever thought of patenting the recipe?" "No.

First rule of bodyguard detail: know where your 'body' is at all times.