You know Heywood. It has strong roots - ever watered by some blood.

Speaking of harm's way. Know what I see lookin' at you? Walking, talking corpses.

He burned down half the city just to prove he was right and burned the other half just for fun.

Oo, I love this town! Love it like you might love a mother who popped you out on the steps of an orphanage and now stops you to ask if you got a smoke for her!

Rogue: Johnny, remember the plan?
Johnny: Get the payload on the elevator, arm it, let gravity do its thing. Explosion rocks the foundation, tower crumbles - chaos, screaming, roll credits.