Let me finish my beer." (Stark) "Of course. The end of the world can wait.(Kasabian)

I can deal with fighting in the arena in Hell, but laundry and dishes put the fear of God in me.

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.

When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.

Don't talk. Kill it." That might be the sweetest thing a woman's ever said to me on a first date.

God is the great janitor of the universe. Why things don't work is that we have a janitor in charge, and we keep looking for the landlord.

If his drunkenness had legs, it would be Alexander the Great and conquer the known world. Then it would puke for a week into a solid gold toilet it stole from Zeus's guest room.