So… this is what they call a "heart-warming family reunion"?

It's not you, it's me - I have standards.

Where is the cake? I was told that there would be cake. The cake is a lie.

I have been hoping for new Prey!

Are you man enough to fight with me?

Why did I move here? I guess it was the weather.

So a ghoul walks into a bar...
Bartender says: "We don't serve any ghouls here."
Ghoul says: "That's fine. Is the human fresh?"

The Railroad? Aren't they busy liberating vending machines and saving computers?

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

It's like... Did you ever try to put a broken piece of glass back together? Even if the pieces fit, you can't make it whole again the way it was. But if you're clever, you can still use the pieces to make other useful things. Maybe even something wonderful, like a mosaic.

We don't have to dream we are important. We are.

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

Even at the worst of times, things aren't so bad when you're around, sir/mum.

The past, the present and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.

One of the joys of top notch taste receptors is getting to enjoy the full flavour without the nasty hangover.