So Michael, this is where dead men come back to life. It's been nearly ten years. But you'll keep for another day or so huh, old friend? You motherfucking fuck! I grieved for you! You weren't even fucking dead. You were my best friend. Well guess who's coming to shit on your doorstep, you fuck!

They damaged my stuff. They smash up my home. Damage my soul. Look at this... This, this, this, this statue here of Impotent Rage. This fucking meant more to me than Johnny K meant to anyone! And they smashed it! Those pathetic, midlife crisis, hog-riding, shaven-headed, fruity leather-chap-wearing fucking assholes!

You forget a thousand things every day, pal. Make sure this is one of 'em.

Simeon: You tell me exactly what you want, and I will very carefully explain to you why it cannot be.
Franklin: What?

We are about to put the Darwinism back in Social Darwinism, and brother, it's gonna be fun.