"Oh, I'm fine. It's just they're so... beautiful.."

"Let's see how long it takes his dumb turned ass to put itself back together from a twenty-block spread."

"I have bowel in my hair."

"Right now I'd bet you'd like to trade in those big swords for a couple of cheap lighters and a can of hairspray, huh?"

"I think I need a minute alone."

"God, you guys and your stupid, secret dead languages. Always showing off."

"I'm trapped in a burning honky-tonk and the jukebox is downstairs! Somebody's gonna pay for this!"

"The master can blow me, monkey suit."

"And I thought somebody was going to lose an eye."

"I smell tacos."