You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.

Oh yes. You’ve caught me. I confess. My sole purpose in life is to gleefully, willfully, maniacally destroy all of your precious chrome babies.

Really, Gin, did you have to ruin my suit?” he said. “This was a Fiona Fine original.

All I'm saying is that I understand if the novelty's worn off and you want to get off the carousel ride now before it kills you.

Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.

It didn't take long for the anger to put the happiness in a headlock.

This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin." "Tell that to James Bond