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

The thing about happiness is that you only know you had it when it's gone. I mean, you may think to yourself that you're happy.
But you don't really believe it. You focus on the pretty bullshit, or the next job, or whatever.
It's only looking back by comparison with what comes after that you really understand, that's what happiness felt like.

This is all much more exciting than domestic life I assure you!

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

I might have had just a bit of Jet before operating. So I nipped a few arteries I shouldn't have? Who hasn't?