You can't kill us all, human.' He was right. I raised the machine gun a little. 'True, but who's going to be first in line?

He'd kill you all right. No sweat. But for the wrong reasons. Amateur's reasons. Of course, you'll be just as dead.

Some moments are perfect, and then someone comes along and f*cks it up. Ain't it always the way.

Some issues stay fresh every time you open them up. It's like evil magical Tupperware -- it stays fresh forever.

Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn't I choose the lesser good?

I wasn't afraid of him anymore, because I could smell his fear. You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you.

Be nice, be nice, until it's time to stop being nice, then destroy them.