Opening up a finely aged cask of whoop-ass.

I have no heart to give to Death. Perhaps, I'll give her the hearts of others. Yes, one-thousand should do it.

When you see Claptrap next, please let him know that none of my laboratory equipment has any interest in him romantically.

Oh, you're here. Awesome. Zer0, let them in. Zer0? You here buddy? Open up the door. Great, now Zer0's missing. I guess I'll buzz you in myself, since the CEO has to do ALL the work around here!

I have no interests in cooked flesh. The chef’s life is not for me.