One of the joys of top notch taste receptors is getting to enjoy the full flavour without the nasty hangover.

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

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.

Everything here is meant to kill at your discretion. Except for me. I only kill when I want to.

Even at the worst of times, things aren't so bad when you're around, sir/mum.