Good patients get a nice, new face. Bad patients bleed all over the floor because they want to screw up their surgeon's life!

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.

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.

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

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