I suspect this is all gonna end in screaming and drowning

You're ten pints of crazy in a one-pint glass.

I think piracy is a bit like drinking. You want to stay out all night doing it, you pay the price the next day.

You're one third bad intentions,one third pure avarice,and one eighth sawdust.What's left,I'll credit,must be brains.

What kind of knife is this?” Locke held a rounded buttering utensil up for Chains’ inspection. “It’s all wrong. You couldn’t kill anyone with this.

Yeah, but if I don't start my nervous pacing now, I'll never have it all done in time.

You simply collapsed, sir. In layman's terms, your body revoked its permission for you to continue heaping abuse upon it.