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

If planting bombs net enough, what can you do? You become bomb.

Teach them to fear us.

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

Michael: It's a foolish man who builds his house in sand, baby.
Franklin: I don't think my boy Matthew was thinking trucks when he wrote that shit.