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

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.

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

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.