Well done. Here are the test results: You are a horrible person. I'm serious, that's what it says: "A horrible person." We weren't even testing for that. Don't let that horrible-person thing discourage you. It's just a data point. If it makes you feel any better, science has now validated your birth mother's decision to abandon you on a doorstep.

Kiss my arse. I'm the Lord of Murder - I'll show you why.

I have no interests in cooked flesh. The chef’s life is not for me.

Lamar: The fucker got fucked. He fucked the fucker himself.
Trevor: Shut up.

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.