Did I hurt your feelings again? Sorry. When this is all over I'll send some flowers to your inner child.
Love a man who'll bleed to make a point. (Candy)
The place looks like where David Lynch would meet Beaver Cleaver's mom for secret afternoons of bondage and milkshakes.
I'm steel-toed boots in a ballet-slipper world.
All losers are romantics. It's what keeps us from blowing our brains out.
Besides, do you think you would have come if I’d just popped into your tattoo shop one night around closing and said, ‘Hello, I’m the Prince of Darkness. Think you could help me out with a little war next Tuesday, say, sixish?