I guarantee you I'm not going to forget your voice. We're going to run into each other down the road sometime, and when we do I'm going to pop you apart one rivet at a time." "There's the monster. Hello, monster.

Love a man who'll bleed to make a point. (Candy)

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?

Did I hurt your feelings again? Sorry. When this is all over I'll send some flowers to your inner child.

Let me make sure I have this straight. The cavalry just now rode into town and it's a Czech Gypsy porn-star zombie killer. Have I got that right?

The ashes of your existence will fertilize the soil for the universe to follow.

Try not to sing too many sad songs for yourself. The universe already hates you. Self-pity isn't going to help.