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

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

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

When I watched the mushroom clouds rising, I thought that it was someone's sick joke. I'd prayed for something to wipe away the debt, but this was not what I had in mind.

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.