Some days, you are the Hunt; some days, you are the hunted.

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

I am neither man nor woman, but both deserve more respect than you do.

Opening up a finely aged cask of whoop-ass.

I have no heart to give to Death. Perhaps, I'll give her the hearts of others. Yes, one-thousand should do it.