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

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

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.

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

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