Had to be me. Someone else might have gotten it wrong.

I raised you, and loved you. I've given you weapons, taught you techniques, endowed you with knowledge. There's nothing more for me to give you. All that's left for you to take is my life.

Like moons make swell and wane the nescient seas, so too the sky-strewn gods ordain the tidal fates of mortal days. And yet - a notion born in lonely hours - come ebb, come flow, come all that is beyond the breadth of our dominion: be a moon unto yourself. Even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will.

The genius of the hole: No matter how long you spend climbing out, you can still fall back down in an instant.

It ain't no secret I didn't get these scars falling over in church.

Some trees flourish, others die. Some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. Some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. Ain't nothing fair. You know that.

They asked me how well I understood theoretical physics. I said I had a theoretical degree in physics. They said welcome aboard.

I'm going to kill you SO MUCH.

Freedom is the sovereign right of every American.

[Speech 40/50] But the girl is sick.With classic symptoms of, uh... Vagina Dentata?

<Excited Beeping>

On a scale of one to ten, I'd say it's a "shut the fuck up and fix me".

[Barter 40] Dr. Courier diagnoses a terminally low discussion of caps in this conversation.

Here, take a few radiation Chems, as my little way of saying, "I'm sorry I twisted your DNA like a kitten a ball of yarn".

Have you ever tried to indulge an all-consuming urge to kill when you don't have opposable thumbs? Or hands? Or anything other than a bread slot?