There is no shame in using a parasol in the desert. As it happens, it's imperative to your survival!

Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.

It's like uncle Estevez always said - "If you gotta choose between your ride and savin' someone else's life, always choose the ride."

Woozie: One's a fake.
CJ: That's amazing. You didn't even touch them.
Woozie: No. I just took a guess. Why else would he come in with two chips and sound so worried?

I'm a well-dressed maniac!

Rogue: Johnny, remember the plan?
Johnny: Get the payload on the elevator, arm it, let gravity do its thing. Explosion rocks the foundation, tower crumbles - chaos, screaming, roll credits.

Grove Street. Home. At least it used to be until I fucked everything up.

Assisting a human to the best of my abilities only affords a 25 percent survival rate. That means there's a 75 percent chance that despite my efforts, the human I'm assisting will die from something beyond my control. Therefore it's better to hasten the human's death and put them out of their likely chance of misery than to deplete my limited time.

I sit in my cubicle, here on the motherworld. When I die, they will put my body in a box, and dispose of it in the cold ground. And in all the million ages to come, I will never breathe, or laugh, or twitch again. So won't you run and play with me here among the teeming mass of humanity? The universe has spared us this moment.

Well, that way you'd kill two souls. Is that what you want?

Oh V, V... got no sense of reverence... Expect if you found the goddamn Holy Grail, you'd fill it with caramel and Pop-Turds.

Fabian: Namaste.
Michael: Nama-go-fuck-yourself.

I do not see the need for so many cameras.
Tom's presence everywhere is slightly oppressive. I understand the need for transparency, but why is he in the toilets?

René, you're a man with a fork in a world of soup.

Vote YES to proposition 208 and legalize medical Cocaine.