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.

I've got a weapon for every situation. Hunting, protection, cold blooded murder, HOT blooded murder.

The road to Hell is paved - by Argent energy.

God took a rest day on the 7th, but we don't! 7 days of work all the time!

Player: I'm going to replace all your memories with pictures of cats. Meow.
DiMA: Well, I suppose that would certainly make remembering some of my darker hours more... fuzzy.

Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.