I have a modest proposal about what we can do with the impoverished children.
I'm here to kill Drengin and chew bubblegum and I'm all out of bubblegum.
The quiet right after a rain before the birds start singing, stading in a field surrounded by your dying enemies.
All I have in this world are my balls and my word, and I don't break them for no one.
Remember, Sully, when I promised to kill you last? I lied.