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

I've got a weapon for every situation. Hunting, protection, cold blooded murder, HOT blooded murder.

Each weapon tested on someone who deserved it.

The past, the present and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.

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.