Baby, I ain't trash. Trash is something you throw away. My people keep me.
You freaking, flippin’, moronic frat boy!
This one’s easy to use. The pointy end goes into their body. (Liza)
Do it, and I’ll rip your heart out and feed it to your friend. (Julian)
The man doesn’t want me messing with it and, no offense, I wouldn’t anger him. I’ve seen what he can do and it’s the stuff horror movies are made of. Body part flailing, blood. Lots of blood and torture. (Berith)
There can be no faith without doubt. No strength without temptation. (Rafael)