Bad deeds like beauty, are in the eye of the beholder.

I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened.

You are so . . . odd." "I shall take that as a compliment." -Thor to No'One

There aren't any syringes." Red Sox came over and held a sterile pack out. When she tried to take it from him, he kept a grip on the thing. "I know you'll use this wisely." "Wisely?" She snapped the syringe out of his hand. "No, I'm going to poke him in the eye with it. Because that's what they trained me to do in medical school.

[...]you know what they say about messengers, right"? Excuse me?" Too much bad news will get you shot."[...]

Uh-huh, right. Let me count all the ways you and I aren't going there.

You're looking at that chick like you want to roll her up in a taco and put your hot sauce all over her.