I guess I just wanted to show you that there's two sides to every victory. Those who live to revel in it, and those who died making it happen.

Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.

Everything here is meant to kill at your discretion. Except for me. I only kill when I want to.

I've got a weapon for every situation. Hunting, protection, cold blooded murder, HOT blooded murder.

Each weapon tested on someone who deserved it.

Anything that can kill a man, I sell. Except suicidal depression.That is unfortunately not packageable.

One of the joys of top notch taste receptors is getting to enjoy the full flavour without the nasty hangover.

The past, the present and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.

Even at the worst of times, things aren't so bad when you're around, sir/mum.

This is all much more exciting than domestic life I assure you!

The thing about happiness is that you only know you had it when it's gone. I mean, you may think to yourself that you're happy.
But you don't really believe it. You focus on the pretty bullshit, or the next job, or whatever.
It's only looking back by comparison with what comes after that you really understand, that's what happiness felt like.

Danse: "Keep away from me, you filthy ghoul."
Hancock: "Don't flatter yourself, crew cut. You ain't my type."

The Railroad? Aren't they busy liberating vending machines and saving computers?

So a ghoul walks into a bar...
Bartender says: "We don't serve any ghouls here."
Ghoul says: "That's fine. Is the human fresh?"

Player: No machine should have free will.
Nick Valentine: Why? You jealous you had to turn yours in?