V: Doesn't it bother you?
Ozob: What?
V: The grenade. You know, the one on your face?
Ozob: Eh, you get used to it. I just gotta be carefull not to pull the pin when I wanna pick my nose.

V, V, V... If you don't have a titanium skull lining, you are gonna have memory problems in no time.

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

Not the brightest bulb on stage, are ya?

Sometimes two people find themselves at the wrong place at the right time.