"It's a sad night. Something's afire. Christ, I do have feelings."

"Does brevity exist in your repertoire, sir?"

"No, not being either to say you have to run women. I strongly endorse that."

"Ten years gone, 'proaching that same-self hill I thought to lay me down and rise no more... oof. Gimme wide berth, th…"

"Any soul on the grounds bearing mortal likeness to a walrus, raise up your right hand or whistle."

"Few years back, Mrs. Ellsworth, bad manners like that woulda led to a lesson in courtesy!"

"I'd say Joanie Stubbs... collecting her portion of gloom and dismay just like any of us"

"For ain't it so sir, it's the thieving and throat-cutting, them's bloodied and dead in the mud, as still stiffens the…"

"[To Hearst] I hope you die in the street. Like my dad did!"

"We're all of us haunted by our own fucking thoughts. So make friends with the ghost, it ain't going fuckin' anywhere."