It's like uncle Estevez always said - "If you gotta choose between your ride and savin' someone else's life, always choose the ride."

There once were two sisters, Night and Death,
Death large, and Night small,
Night had the beauty of dreams, while Death,
Death was most lovely of all -

Hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!
Death was most lovely of all.

V: Mean to tell me you can pin the exact drug from just a whiff? Like a police dog, or what?
Johnny: I'd say more like a... a sommelier.

The wind whistling through boarded-up windows. Tumbleweeds scratching across dry, sandy tracks. That's how towns die. Not with a bang, but with whispers and whimpers.

Not the brightest bulb on stage, are ya?