Hard to see big picture behind pile of corpses.

If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh.

Also, I might have... umm... sort of... plowed his daughter. A little.

Well, says No-bark, we got a chupacabra with an automatic weapon. And that's when they get real quiet, 'cause now they see the predicament we're in.

But with this guy, it might have cost me some bad burns or an ass-rape. I'm all for risking my life, but I'm a little sensitive about asshole.

Well, his name's really Bob. I think it's funny to call him Herbert. But I don't think he thinks it's that funny.

You did a super job wrapping things up! And I'm not just saying that because I have to.

Get up without my permission, I'll blast your ass so far trough your head, it'll turn the moon cherry pie red.

Jimmy? Little Jimmy - my, how you're grown up. So good of you to come visit your grandma.

Longing makes the heart grow founder, but I've always been a fan of hog-typing my lovers to make sure they can't escape.

Nobody's dick is that long, not even Long Dick Johnson, and he had a fucking long dick. Thus, the name.

You want some weapon schematics? I can show you some fucking weapon schematics! You want a superheated Saturnite Power Fist? I can hook the shit up!

Have you ever tried to indulge an all-consuming urge to kill when you don't have opposable thumbs? Or hands? Or anything other than a bread slot?

Here, take a few radiation Chems, as my little way of saying, "I'm sorry I twisted your DNA like a kitten a ball of yarn".

[Barter 40] Dr. Courier diagnoses a terminally low discussion of caps in this conversation.