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

"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."

"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!"

"All bleeding stops eventually."