I'll take the shooting. I'm used to that. I've been shot a few times in the past, and I guess I can stand it, again.

The language of sin was universal, the original Esperanto.

Some things you didn't give away, no matter how much you owed.

Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.

Innocence ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, you know. Innocent little kids rip the wings off flies, because they don’t know any better. That’s innocence

Well. That's helpful. We'll put an APB out on the Gingerbread Man. I'm not hopeful it'll do us much good, though. Word on the street is you can't catch him.

When you think about it, most of the good ideas came along to make sin a whole lot easier.